your red boots are wet,but it's not storming outside so are they soaked from your tears or mine?

you sit in that old red chair like it will shield you from the invisible rain. like it will erase your fears and memories of pain.

take off your coat,what's that you say? you want to be warm. don't be afraid when the sky starts to pour.

look at your shirt worn out from time. why haven't you replaced it yet? does the dust that piles up not bother you? what about the dirt and grime?

your old brown hat that still sits atop your head. you look so alive I think you could've fooled death.

light in your eyes that never seems to have...