Rain. Can't it ever go away? I wondered as I relentlessly find myself submissive towards the chain reaction, the beginning of a dull song trying to tie itself into a shinny bow, atop the record players too understand the depth and meaning of everything I think and do.
I climb into my bed, again with dread, fully aware of anything that tries too tingle its essence of full maturity at the ongoings of a hard day's worth of something less untold and less fathomable.
As soon as the rain died down, I began to cheer up a bit. I began too know more the things of something so untrustworthy that our compelling delights were more mental than physical than anything constructive and symphonized.
Love does more than say its goodbyes, it is the goodbye. However, our love found itself. I could only try to smile. Smile must I? Yes, I will. A note of something fondling in the back of my throat as the taste of sea salt enters the ongoing fractures that still seems too implore the meaningless fantasies of something less gnawing than the headache of one's dreadful pain.
"Raven," it was my dearest sister. "Raven," she beckons to me. I feel sore, scared of all things yet to come. "I haven't gotten my ipod out of the luggage. Can you come help me?" I sniffle, a styled cough then get up from my bed as I try hard too find the damned thing.
It was still with courage. However, knowing how my little sister, Rain can get, I began as fast as I could. It was with one's strength that we get too find our own demanding after our truth of something less detailing than that of a mountain trying to get your attention.
"Where is it?" I throw it at her. She catches it, shock on her face. "What the?" She looks at me. "What? I found it, now leave me alone." They were discussing how absurd it was how quickly I had found it, but I could not tell her. I couldn't tell anyone for that matter.
"Yeah, well, the story is that you're a tad bit slow... so. I found it, that's that." I try hard too rub it in her face as I fastly ignore her ongoing questions of abandonment that tries to fit perfectly for something that tries hard too understand rather than dwell on matters more sincere than that of a structured face that lives too breathe leverages of relief.
Section after section, I paced in my room. Trying hard too lock my door, then accept Rain as my unadopted sibling. I recreated something secured so that she could have this mounted wall of boredom as I shut myself out of her kind, her beings. It was meant to be that way. That's the cold hard truth.
I check my wrist watch, splurging for something that unnerves my apetite around this time. All I could find in my tidy, somewhat room was a candy bar, and a half drank thing of cold coffee.
They were eyeing the door, my family. The whole lot of them. I could only detail the signs as broken cars fling outside from left to right, but I keep telling myself... keep going. Keep thinking. It's only car alarms, it's just sounds.