Lunevale Part One, Rain - Entry Ten ... The rain falls again and I watch it drip drip drip t u m b l e through the sky I'm not used to this much falling all this water this many tears ... I disappear easily I am forgotten easily This is how I win some games but life is not a game and if it was I am not winning Is it my fault? I sometimes ask myself for believing they were right for trusting their cruel opinion Or is it theirs' and would anyone have thought them true? ... This is it isn’t it? What I’m seeing hearing feeling doing. Tell me I am anew and I am healing and that I can let go. Tell me I am strong enough to even when I can’t lift myself out of bed. Lie to me if only to make me feel better. Perhaps if I do not know you truly don’t love me truly find me a burden truly am in chains I can go on. But then, can you continue? It is a cycle - one to another. If only I could figure out how to stop it without losing myself for the hundredth time.
