I'm not dead. :) I've just lost interest in buzznet, that's all :)

RAIN

[rān]
noun.

Water condensed from atmospheric vapor and falling in drops.

The darkest of August, with its endless days.

I sit on the ground, soaked to the bone, but I can't really feel it anymore. The sky is deep and close, and all  the stars have drowned.

"God must be weeping," I whisper to myself, as I stare with my eyes wide open, seeing nothing at all. I briefly wonder if it’s for me. If God is crying for all the people like me. People that choose to give up and take the easy way out. People that are weak.
People that are selfish and selfcentered.

I’m lost in empty soundwaves as I sit there completely still, drifting along to the uneven beating in my chest. It's soft. It's perpetual. It's endlessly fragile.

I’ll go home in a little while, dragging my feet and unclenching my fists.
I’ll wipe my face and throw away all my notes.

Those around will remain blissfully ignorant as I wrap them all safe in lies and silence.

I’ll succumb.
Silent, suspended.
Dissolving.