𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗?

 When? 

When did it rain?

The thought creeps inside my head like the rain I somehow missed. The enigmatic progression of contemplative reasoning. Trapped in a fervor dream where the nightmares practice repetition. A yearn for the life stolen from who I was supposed to be. Fortunate passerby's blindly unaware of the chaos surrounding them. To be seen by the sighted and heard by the unheard. I realize in these moments of understanding how precious living can be - how living should be. 


I'll be here, waiting for the rain// 






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