The best place to cry is in the rain
Each splat comforts you,
An attempt to wrap its arms around you
Then it tries harder and falls harder.
I’m here child! It whispers.
But all you see is your reflection
As broken as the water itself.
You see the side of you no one sees.
That ‘YOU’ that is hard to embrace
Yet defines a large part of you.
As each drop hits the ground, so does your heart
Your screams are muffled
And so your tears do the screaming
If the rain was silent and only tears were heard
The earth would tremble…
The best place to write is the night
Broken, with a pen in your hand
Not you but your heart that writes
And the pen in your hand only dances to the thoughts of your heart
You sit there, bare, amidst the dark
Silence a friend;
Writing, living, dying…
Broken.
This is a masterpiece Tarahh. I love it so much. I wish this can be a thread for real.