Hey! It’s me again. I’ve called a thousand times but you’re not picking up. Is it me? Is it you? I want to know. Memories of the past are strolling in my brain and I simply can’t pick the thing that drifts you away. Each piece holds some pain, some laughter, some joy, all forming up together creating a thread of events that lead us to this moment. There is a bitterness that is growing from my stomach, to my heart, to my throat and it’s straining to come out. Am scared, I fear the next second, the next minute, the next phone call, the next space of silence.
Listen! Can you hear it? It’s raining, the drops are falling with such a rush to reach the earth below, with such passion, such intensity, that the streams open with satisfaction. Rain on me once more, I don’t mind the cold. I know I like bright colors, but grey is a color I have come to love as well. It is who you are. Your touch would make my temperature fall, my hair to stand on edge, paling my skin. Is it me? Is it you? Tell me now. I want to know the truth. I want to let the bitterness out. I want my vision to be blurry for a moment, the droplets forming soaking my eyelashes, slide down my cheek bones to the ground joining their brethren in sweet fellowship. I need to hear it.