It’s true what they say, the harder it rains you could see particles forming a reflection of yourself showing your true feelings from the inside. Pouring showers I see at my feet as it keeps raining harder inside of me. Crumbling regrets, mistakes committed I wish it wasn’t it, but I hate to inform it was my own duet.
I scattered through in search for what fulfills the sorrow inside my walls, yet further down the line was a maze I couldn’t possible find my way out. Than I met you at a crisis in infinite parallel travels in my lifeline. To myself I thought, the perfect pair like horoscopes I’ve read of in matchmaking books of signs I believed to be true. Sadly while it worked for a while, things ended too soon.
In the depths of my soul shattered like glass because unaware I was...