Gah, It's only your silence that remains unsaid

Your words are empty as the souls on sunday morning
The spirit is willing indeed
It's willing on your lips but never in your eyes
No never in your eyes

And no matter how deep I look I can't see the bottom
Nor would I want to see such a place
Rust and rot over what should be there
It scares me

I know I'm not a polished mirror and rust never really goes away
only creeps
farther inside

2pm still raining, still walking alone

The rain is much harder now
Like it's trying to wash all our evil away to somewhere else
Tears cleaning away the chemicals from your contact lenses

Though i'm only part of the problem, I still feel at peace

2am walking in the rain

I like drinking cold water when i'm really thristy
I like 2am there are no obligations to 2am
You don't have to be there, or accomplish anything
2am doesn't test or judge.
It's ok to be alone and not be sad about it

In the rain, 2am is bliss