The drops of rain pound against my ears
as I try to concentrate on irrelevant tasks.
Failing isn’t an option, but it has occurred
to me that all I’ve done my whole life is just that.
My pencil scratches uncertainly across the
blank sheet of a torn and worn piece of paper.
I tried to fix it but all that happened was another
crease or rip appearing across it’s white body.
And that’s all there is to it.
Meaningless things that add up to nothing in the
very end, but allude our minds to see a beautiful picture.
I suppose it was for the better anyway, letting it all go.
After all, material values only last a lifetime.
I can here the stream of water harder now, as it’s unrelenting
forces try to break through my shaking walls of brick and plaster.
The pencil drops from my fingers, the task once again forgotten.
I stared outside into the unclear eternity.
Looking downwards, without realizing it, a small, wet dot mars
the smooth area of the paper and I taste salt on my dried lips.
Silence.
Kou-chan
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