Walking past an empty avenue where street lamps and neon lights cast a harsh glow, one lonely rainy night and yes the moon never came. It was as sad and lifeless as I stood there motionless waiting, gasping for air hoping that in my mindless reverie the rain would be a distraction and beat me to obedience and shudder. I was the stubborn one, unwavering to a point of annoyance, waiting to be finally understood. So there I was... numb, almost lifeless if not for breathing. Soaking in the pittance of rain, feigning a smile while the rain tasted like tears as they fell from my eyes. I turned around with my hands in my pocket searching for the comfort in the ragged edges of the key to a home just beyond the corner of my imaginings, I cant always run away...
