The sky is sad and so am I.

I was walking outside tonight.

Tear drops were falling from the sky. It's so dark, so black and somber. I had no choice but to think it was sad, lonely just like me. I hate rain, I hate how cold and foreign it feels when it hits my skin.

For the first time in a long time, I just stood outside and let it fall around me, spatter on my face as I stared upward. I felt like I could relate to it, the sky is sad and so am I. It felt good for once, my face was hot, burning like the anxiety rolling inside of me like a forest fire. It was peaceful. The sound of the world falling around me. The sound of the sky hitting the earth. I could have stayed there forever, just thinking about life, about the past, about who I used to be. I am a shell, an empty vessel for a soul that is tired. I am tired, I am weak, I am sad. Sadness is a cancer, a cancer of the mind. It eats away at itself, slowly deteriorating, no antibodies to fight it. I was walking in the rain, and I wanted to run. I wanted to run away from all of it but I didn't, I stood still and stared. That's what it feels like, sadness just makes you stand still while time passes you by. There's nothing you can do about it, the minutes that pass begin to feel like years. I walked in the rain tonight and realized, I was sad. I am sadness built up, pretending to be a human being.