sylvey
I want to die slowly and painfully
- Oct 11, 2023
- 173
If only the bus stations weren't so crowded, we could all go home. Even the roof here can't cover us all.
It's raining. Where are our umbrellas?
Some of us are impatient. And so we walk.
Some of us are cold. And so we run.
Some of us are confused. We thought there wouldn't be rain.
Some of us are used to it, and so we wait.
The rain will never let up, though; that's not what we're waiting for. The rain will never stop, no matter how positively you try to look at it.
I don't want your umbrella. Even an umbrella can break.
I'll wait here. Maybe I'll catch the next bus.
It's raining. Where are our umbrellas?
Some of us are impatient. And so we walk.
Some of us are cold. And so we run.
Some of us are confused. We thought there wouldn't be rain.
Some of us are used to it, and so we wait.
The rain will never let up, though; that's not what we're waiting for. The rain will never stop, no matter how positively you try to look at it.
I don't want your umbrella. Even an umbrella can break.
I'll wait here. Maybe I'll catch the next bus.
