Rain is falling on my skin,
Looking like glitter in the moonlight.
What is this feeling?
Can it be peace when all I see is dread?
There is no sound outside,
Yet I enjoy no silence.
Where is it coming from?
Is the inside of me the problem?
Am I the one broken?
Was I born perfect to be broken now?
Did it happen in time?
Little drops are falling from the sky.
It there any hope among them?
Why is this silence so loud?
Every litte noise is deafening.
Am I empty enough to make it echo?
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RandomIn this book I will put A/N from "Yen and Heyan" and deleted stuff and why not some of my art! This is more about me and my other books. The art is not mine unless I say it's mine!
