Raindrops of Thinking

 --- by Blue the clock has been numbering the hours that i would have to spend in my fragile body. this scraggly lump of flesh that are not much and are more of bones would not last long, i bet. hoping for the best is fruitless as well. i sow seeds of wishes and dreams, yet i only harvest disappointments. the garden has been bleak. the farm basically barren. i could not stand the sight so i watered them with my tears every chance that i get. every instance that i take a short peek. it is an endless cycle.  time has been out to kill me at the second that i was born. bounty hunters tried to follow its example to take more of what the measly years i have left.  anxiety. it is my worst enemy. it is like the ultimate last boss in a game of my life that i would like to instantly list on something that i can physically read so i may leave it out of my head. pour out from the illussions of a ceramic teapot to see that it is real and not just a fantasy that i have conjured out of ...

  — by Blue The stars were bright when it happened.  The moon was full and it was huge.  So near these celestials came to Earth. They were aligned in a safe refuge.  The gods could've sworn it was a miracle.  The dryad's would've deemed it foretold.  The mermaids could've rejoiced in song.  The fairies flooding us dusts of gold.  But the whole world was silent and still.  The humans stuck in their little heads.  They were, but we weren't, at least I hope  For it was the perfect moment we lead.  The miracle of the century for a second.  The magic of a lifetime for but a few years.  A part of my life, a fraction of your time; A beautiful experience molding fears.  It was the grandest affair.  It was the purest of sight.  It was, but no one saw, For the time wasn't right.  And just like the phenomenal stars aligned In the middle of a blue sky, sunlit Our love shined but was never seen  A gift for...