It seems like it never stops raining. There were just too many things that were too painful & the memories just kepton piling up. ln the distance the sounds don’t make sense anymore.
The crying night shuts itself in misery. A few doors down another one screams and weeps for the lost of sight.
He blinks. But can’t tell if its day or night, the sounds around him keep him alive.
It is an endless road in a mirror of silence except for the pitter patter of raindrops of course.
Life is but merely a journey that can never ever be told in its full glory.
It is an endless road in a mirror of silence except for the pitter patter of raindrops of course.
Life is but merely a journey that can never ever be told in its full glory.
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