LOST BOY.

|fifty three

it was raining again.

at first i didn't know if it was from my eyes or the sky.

both of them were lightless right now.

the dark clouds filled with raindrops covered the moon.

there were no stars, but it didn't matter.

there was no moon, and the night wasn't even a night.

time wasn't relevant.

it could be seven o'clock or even four in the morning and i wouldn't know or care.

the water poured down on me from above, soaking everything my tears couldn't.

i have no idea where you are right now.

perhaps you were hidden by the clouds too.

it was dark and i was lonely, yet i didn't want to go inside.

this is where i felt like i deserved to be.

who was a mere star to stay and try to brighten up the sky with the absence of the moon?

it's been a month since that dinner with your family and they haven't answered your calls since.

so, you broke up with me.

all of a sudden my world turned tragic again.

it was useless to go inside and be comforted by all of them.

either way i was going to be sad.

i might as well just get swallowed by the sea of depression where i couldn't ruin their moods.

where i was alone.

i started out alone, there's no reason why i couldn't end the same way.

no, i wasn't suicidal.

i wasn't giving up on life.

i was giving up on us.