Pendulum

Rain, it pours from the heavens above 
We stand beneath it, soaking, drenching our visions of long lost dreams
Hope is lost for the unborn, for the renewed, heavy hearts, heavy souls create a system within a systematic life
There are no more dreams under the one who's dreams come true, the one who alters reality to fit a medium, the one who's hope was lost long ago. Faith, trust, all those that bind the mortality to a human being gone, gone, never to return, never to save us from ourselves and our wicked ideas. Suffering, disaster, death, it all comes to quickly, too quickly, were blindsided, we fall, we fall to our knees in the rain, they speed towards us, right on, straight, they collide, splatter, splat-

"Collin! Get up! Breakfast is ready!

Collin looks up from his desk, the sun is shining brightly through his turquoise curtains and onto his notebook. He glances at the grandfather clock ticking away a few feet away. He had no idea how long he had been writing, it has seemed like just minutes ago he promised himself he would go to bed after "just one more sentence." He sighed heavily and shook his head standing from his chair. He was all too used to this situation by now. It had been a week since he started writing his novel, and since then, he hadn't had a wink of sleep. 

He dressed himself in the usual attire, a large grey sweater much too big against his body, black jeans, and green sneakers. He didn't care much for brushing himself off today, after all it was a Friday, and who would even come close enough to care about his rotten breath.

He gathered his belongings and quickly made his way downstairs where his mother was slaving away at the kitchen stove. Smoke filled the room from corner to corner. A burnt pile of waffles was stacked neatly on a plate on the table right next to a half empty bottle of maple syrup. His mother wasn't the best cook, but she tried.

"I'm sorry about the waffles... It seems I can't cook anything right," she said just as a spark flew into her face from her morning eggs. She jumped back dropping the pan and its contents all over the kitchen floor. Blankly, she stared at it, unmoving for quite a long time before she knelt down and scooped them up with her bare hands. Collin sat at the table quietly, ignoring all this, but very well knowing of its happening, for this too, had been very normal.

She joined him shortly, with a bowl of cereal, her replacement meal, and a cup of orange juice, so sour it could shrivel any decent human's tongue. They sat in complete silence, not that that was also unusual. They didn't have the best relationship, no, not since Collin's father died, and his mother became a useless old women who couldn't work. He didn't resent her, but he didn't admire her either, in fact, he know what to make of her at all.

"Collin," she broke the silence, "have you gotten any sleep at all lately? You look exhausted. Your eyes have bags, and you shouldn't have any at your age."

Collin looked down at the charred remains of his waffles. He had no desire to converse, but he supposed there was no point in not trying.

"No," he muttered softly, "I've been busy."

His mother frowned, she was aware of the book he had been writing, but wasn't told by Collin himself, so she darned not mutter a word hoping he would willingly share his little secret. Yet, to no avail, today too was not the day he would admit to his mother's hopes. She stared at him silently, the only source of noise came from their soft breaths and slow beating hearts. Finally, she decided she had had enough and would let on that she knew about his novel.

"Collin, have you... Taken up any hobbies lately? I remember when I was your age how I used to be pretty into the idea of poetry. I had a journal full of the worst sonnets ever written, but as a kid, I thought they were the entire world." Collin didn't flinch. She pressed on. "I loved the idea of making something all my own simply from my own imagination. However, if I tried to do it now I'm sure it would still be rubbish. Er, have you ever written anything? Anything... I could possibly read?" Collins looked up with a long sigh. He shook his head in disappointment.