Gray

"Of silence and spaces, my mind revels in madness.

Cold chasms atrophy whatever passion that existed before,

numbing me to death--

I need your warmth to live."

-Midori, le 23 janvier 2002

Huge droplets hit her umbrella and she was careful not splash too much rainwater as she walked. Drop after drop created patterns in the puddles. 16.05. The leaves filtered the rain. Her thoughts are elsewhere. She misses her. Thought about how she badly wants to make things work. She just loves her too much.

Trees. Memories hit her. Summery darkness. She recalls briefly grazing her lips. She keeps on walking; tasting salt. 

Rain always changed the way she looked at things.