I'm so tired of the Rain, Falling softly on the ground.
It was a dream come true, a dream that has been built, and a reverie of my dusks. I was there standing in front of my dream, two steps closer then I'll be there. The rain fell as my tears dropped. I just can't keep imagining, everything is flawless; it's exquisite, timeless, and scenic.
Subsequently, hesitations assault me; I can feel the drowning deprived of water. I'm demanding for the earth to swallow me, but I didn't happen. It feels like it's too early to get my dreams or it's just not for me. Despite of the heavy rain outside of the Chapel, I sluggishly grasp my dress and ran until I reach the door, I turn my back to them, looking at their face, staring at his perfection, one absolute glance. He was about to run after me but I walked away.
Rain, just enough to get my feet wet but not enough to let me drown.
