The scent of rain becomes stronger.
I look up, searching for a ray of light.
I only see the dark clouds.
I toss my hood over my head
as a shout of thunder rings in my ears.
I hear the pitter of rain as it bombards the pavement.
It's raining on my neon life.
Raining on the colour. On the joys
As I walk home in the rain
I see the neon colours drain.
There's a trail of bright neon colours behind me.
Like washable markers, the joy and smiles rinse out in the rain.
All I see is black and white
and the neon strip behind me.
I walk through a familiar intersection
and stop on the corner and think.
As soon as my neon life was completely gone
I realized home was just like the rain.
I look at my hands and they're still colourless.
I keep staring hoping the colour will rush back
like a fire set ablaze.
A blue colour trickles down my nose and splashes on my hand.
More blue falls from my nose and onto my clothing,
my tears are blue.
They taunt me.
The only colour in this storm is the colour of tears.
I can't hide them. Can't stop them.
I sit down on a curb, head in hands.
My hands quickly become drenched in blue.
Tears keep coming and there seems to be no end.
How am I supposed to stop the rain?
All I want is for my neon life to return to me.
But it's been washed away.
How do I get the life I want back?
Where am I supposed to go?
Who will give me a towel so I can dry off?
Where is the help that I know I need?
Questing to craft the Guardian Totem. Bad Dog Leashes needed. Donations are welcome with open arms~ emotion_bigheart
