You really shouldn't be here

My tears run down like razorblades and no,

I'm not the one to blame: it's you or is it me?

Denial is my bottle of pills. As I sit here watching change be thrust upon my life, proximity will decrease to the friends who have held my very heart in the palm of their hands. It feels rainy, it feels like tears are streaming down clouds cheeks as the sky watches us, unable to hold it all in. As I watch the rain fall down my window planes. Pittter Pitter patter..

This whole night, the rain won't stop. Just like my heart it won't stop bleeding..The cascading evanescence of this moment saturates my heart and mind and music. I feel like stone. I'm used to this.

I really am.

Sometimes I worry that tomorrow will bring cheap imitations of yesterday that only remind me of what I had. I am more afraid now then ever that I will never feel infinite again. I will take for granted memories and laughs and hugs.

Tomorrow comes and it brings another day
What do I remember when I wake?

One night, Just one night was enough to show one's true colours. Thanks AndrewBestie. For being here.