I've been up since 9 am the previous day, and without my glasses i can barely make out the 10:47 am, fuck. Nausea starts to feel around and finally, just as i try to sleep, wraps its hand around my throat. Leaving me breathless, dry,, and once again missing something i never even had.
As i turn my head to face the window, i realize it's pouring rain, and for once, i came to a realization that actually made sense...
Maybe, just maybe, people like "us", more so me, find comfort in the rain because, well, we're not crying alone anymore.