0526/rain

it was raining back then, too, when i left; but in that night i welcomed the rain, i embraced the teardrops of the skies and begged them to wash everything away - not the hatred and the despair that were overtaing me, but all that was left of good and pure and warm within me. back then i wanted it all to die, i wanted the rain and the night to rip it all off me and to leave it to die under the storm. i should have known better though, for some things cannot simply be killed. some things cannot simply die - they last and they last, until tomorrow and the day after tomorroy, endlessly hurting, endlessly bleeding. they still bleed, the wounds open in that rainy night, and i guess they will hurt and bleed forever. not much of a choice there, i suppose. somethings are simply not meant to be any other way.

but i will still embrace the rain.