April 27, 2009
By Anonymous

The sound of rain;
the color of a faint gray light creeping under my door.
I sit there and I'm numb.
as the light keeps creeping in more and more;
my mind runs more and more.
I find that i can feel again.
I cry, with the crying sky...
not of sadness though,
of the feeling to be able to feel.
The sunlight is full light now.
the rain stops...
and i find myself laughing
through the tears,
I am happy. I am ALIVE.

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