129. Dear rain.

Dear rain,
Can you wash this pain away?
This one right here,
This invisible one, right here.
No, I can’t. I don’t know where.
Where it started, and how it ended.
I’m just standing here.
To let you slowly wash them away,
my thoughts, my feelings,
so I’ll be numb and possibly happy.
I guess I should stop and think next time.
And not rush.
Rushing is never good.
I don’t know. Perhaps my tracks have ended.
I have no more turnings to make.
I’m stuck here. with you.
Under starless sky, under angry clouds,
I’m here writing…
“Dear rain…”

As time reveals everything.
I am was a fool.

~ by floweret on November 11, 2008.