I'm thinking I want to rewrite myself.
I think I have been silent for a long time now and I just want to go back to all the noise inside my head
to get envious with the rain and how it manages to fall indifferently and clean the city's blackness with its pools of nameless tears
to not cringe inside while I say nameless tears
to only try to sleep because I am thinking of this guy I lost, so no, I can't sleep and I must relive some stories in their impossibly fragile details.