Only rain
Seeing the sheets of unfinished writings, the clothing mess the one she hate the most, all the food without being eaten, in the bathroom, the light it’s on waiting like some hope of killing memories, the TV tries to speak it’s no good a favourite channel in the morning so just tries a little buzz echoing that kind a buzz that we are used to hear and we don’t care a buzz that makes this city what it is, its just one more day, the dawn show its face, and he’s there staring at the glass and remembering that smooth lips, and the beauty of that first kiss, he just looks down and also remembers that little dog who use to kiss him all the time, always licking his noose, suddenly he just look that everything in that house it just stares at him, without moving, all its quiet….
Cloudy and blurry, with the weight of a lot of yesterday’s beers competition, without hunger, and with hunger of being hungry, without think, trying to not have feelings and looking at the keys, he don’t remember that last night he puts the 3 keys in the black table 1.- house keys, 2.- car keys 3.- secret key, ready to go and with no memories of that stoned night, ready to see how the rain its falling, this day it’s a black cloth day…
He just sit on, and see every window… waiting for some post, waiting Phosphorescent that light that still without saying words, having her in her minds just drop him to a middle man. He connects to this little job of typing and talking about how bigs the industries can be, trying to talk about her but there’s no one to care, today the songs that makes him miss her was “Cielo Gris” he just hear it a lot seeing how the sky it was grey as grey as his thoughts about her, he just knows that she don’t feel the same… but he’s just guessing how she feel, looking every window, every drop of water he tries to see her face, someone should do a software that makes windows rain and being filled with drops of water, raining in every window will make the day better… and will make him see her face that faces she makes when there were things she don’t like…
And there the hours goes bye, the evening comes with lots of water, he’s just thinks about all the moments she have been through and the way she didn’t want to fight for their love, he’s thinking about a wedding and how he would miss to take her to that wedding, he stops and remembers her legs moving over in the bed, and he knows that the day after this day it will be the same and don’t have words to think, a mind with no words to think he had become, he knows this days would be grey with some hell moments where the feet cant move… moments when he stops and just think in that old great memories, love is full when that moments are blessed and when those moments make love to that person…
Its rain and he wants to get wet, he wants to walk and he’s walking while the rain its falling, the sky it’s a beautiful grey and the song “cielo gris” sound in his mind he miss her and he want to think that she miss him, but this is a rain for being free only rain, he just look at the people hiding and running people that looks like if they were painted in the background of some picture a big picture with no thing to care, a nostalgic one..
He opens the door, he get to his chair, the new one and drinks the bottle, the eternal one, he tries this night not to think about her… a tear comes just like the rain and he just want to know how she could have drink those tablets of oblivion
Cloudy and blurry, with the weight of a lot of yesterday’s beers competition, without hunger, and with hunger of being hungry, without think, trying to not have feelings and looking at the keys, he don’t remember that last night he puts the 3 keys in the black table 1.- house keys, 2.- car keys 3.- secret key, ready to go and with no memories of that stoned night, ready to see how the rain its falling, this day it’s a black cloth day…
He just sit on, and see every window… waiting for some post, waiting Phosphorescent that light that still without saying words, having her in her minds just drop him to a middle man. He connects to this little job of typing and talking about how bigs the industries can be, trying to talk about her but there’s no one to care, today the songs that makes him miss her was “Cielo Gris” he just hear it a lot seeing how the sky it was grey as grey as his thoughts about her, he just knows that she don’t feel the same… but he’s just guessing how she feel, looking every window, every drop of water he tries to see her face, someone should do a software that makes windows rain and being filled with drops of water, raining in every window will make the day better… and will make him see her face that faces she makes when there were things she don’t like…
And there the hours goes bye, the evening comes with lots of water, he’s just thinks about all the moments she have been through and the way she didn’t want to fight for their love, he’s thinking about a wedding and how he would miss to take her to that wedding, he stops and remembers her legs moving over in the bed, and he knows that the day after this day it will be the same and don’t have words to think, a mind with no words to think he had become, he knows this days would be grey with some hell moments where the feet cant move… moments when he stops and just think in that old great memories, love is full when that moments are blessed and when those moments make love to that person…
Its rain and he wants to get wet, he wants to walk and he’s walking while the rain its falling, the sky it’s a beautiful grey and the song “cielo gris” sound in his mind he miss her and he want to think that she miss him, but this is a rain for being free only rain, he just look at the people hiding and running people that looks like if they were painted in the background of some picture a big picture with no thing to care, a nostalgic one..
He opens the door, he get to his chair, the new one and drinks the bottle, the eternal one, he tries this night not to think about her… a tear comes just like the rain and he just want to know how she could have drink those tablets of oblivion
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