8

Raindrops keep falling. Down on the street, on the grass. On my head. Yesterday. Yesterday you told me. ‘Bout the blue, blue sky. Everything’s gone. Everything’s not lost. But where are you. Away, gone. Forever? It’s always a forever. Nothing lasts forever. I will love you forever. You? You are the raindrop. My raindrop. Forever.

6

Harder now that’s over. You hold me. Hold my hand. But why can’t you hold me, like I want you to do. You’re mad. I am, too. This is our time, the end has come. Has come, earlier than I thought. You’re the pain in my heart. You’re the words in my head. Why can’t you just leave me. I would like to feel the feeling. That you haven’t ever existed. You know. It’s harder now. Now, it’s over.

4

The weather is fine. The sun is dying. The clouds are crying. This is my thing. The pain causes the shadow of the masses. The snow kills the people walking around. Minimalistic meteorological diseases and the world seems to crash into an asteroid. The church scrapes the sky. The trees are melting and children with caps and warm sweaters. The end. Of the year. The day. The world.

2

Bleeding in the wounds of yesterday. Sniffing salt and live another dead wednesday without any long-termed memorial. Killing the time by crashing the watch. Going around in this circle of death and death. Forgetting to forget the wrong things and writing down words which haven’t been spoken. Linking between two thoughts while everything seems to change. Remembering the day, the world went wrong. And lying on that bed of roses with that white flower for hope.