The cause of
sorrows, yet still,
unknown, have yet
to compramise my
seemingly happy appearence
to others.
Will I stay
strong enough to
hide it for
the rest of
my eternal life?
Hopefully....
Just maybe I
could be able
to at least
hide the pain...
The deep, twisting,
pains that takes
all my kindness
with none from
it.
The sad pain,
angry with the
humans outside of
this place where
I reside.
Too live with
such pain is
madness.
Simply put, insane
and irrational behavior.
Nonsence.
Am I also
Mad?
Crazzed?
No....
Just hurt....
Alone...
Quiet...
Secluded....
Seperated in my
own world, looking
at the word
with foreign eyes.
These eyes that
see me....
Sitting at my
window as the
rain falls...
Rain.....
Lueva.....
Latin for my
happy world.
Rain...
Glorious crystal-like jewles
that fall from
the sky.
Only in the
moonlight could they
be more lovely
than life itself.
As I watch
myself opening the
window to touch
the rain, I remember....
I remember my
reasons for my
love of the
night, the moon,
the stars, and
the rain.
It's a peaceful
love.
Unlike that of
past.
No crule pain,
as long as
thier is this.
Rain............................
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