zellar26
My candle is dimming as I gaze out the bars of the puce prison wall. The cinder blocks around me bounce shadows menacingly across the room, painting the monstrous creatures in my mind like a tortured mural.
Everyone thinks of rain when they think of downpour. Why can't you have a downpour of despair? My mother did. She never left her bed, for a month, for two months, for three months, and then she got up and made a casserole and went back to bed. How can a human lay in bed for three months and more? Without shriveling up and dying?
a downpour of
rain
emotions
is letting it all out and out, but sadly.
a downpour
cannot be of
love,
hope,
safety.