I like the rain. It makes me feel alive
         The earth, drowning with cold tears and forgotten sighs
               The sound of the roaring thunder and its unnoticed smile
         The leaves, lulling raindrops to sleep
     and the clouds, pouring out its heavy heap

But the rain?
          The rain makes me feel dead at the same time
                It reminds me of my hollowness inside
          The cold waltzes inside my empty spine
      It reminds me of the dead heart that I’ve been hoarding for a long long time

I like the rain. It makes me feel alive; it reminds me that I’m already dead inside.

(Source: babyplantshida)