NovemberRainCalls

Standing on the edge of reality and dreams, Letting the world pass by, over me, around me, through me. Sliding off like water, like rain, like tears. Grazing my skin, then falling off, leaving me alone, in emptiness and silence. Little drops, cast off into oblivion, splattered on the ground, impossible to recover. No regret for their demise. No desire to go back. I let everything go. I will cry myself empty, until nothing is left. I will sleep past doomsday. I will not rise with the dead. Not until everything has passed completely away. Not until I can open my eyes and stare into nothingness. Pure, peaceful, nothingness. Not until I can walk