The sound of rain Muffled by laughter, Red liquid in glasses, Smoking and enjoying, A hint of ecstasy
The pain I feel, Confusing. I can feel it, Coursing through. I can feel it.
Special days, have special meanings. Meanings which elude us. And are far from the grasp - Of the curious.
To see is to feel, Everything once more. Every sad, Every happy, Every small,