The sky is painted powder blue,sighing clouds find my eyes,wondering if they will ever be rewarded for the role they play.I used to sigh at them so often,so certain that they were the source of my sadness,but I’m beginning to understand them more and more,with each and every rainy day.

I am blossoming,destined to die as a diamond,springing from the sullen soil,shooting towards the sun like an ambitious rose,only to be crushed beneath the snickering sun and banished back beneath the ancient earth. I look into the mirror and I see a picture of perfect sadness.One day this will all be a footnote,a forgotten, faded…

The summer was riddled with rain,each drop, dripping with dread.Me, alone under my umbrella,wishing to forget,stalking my shadow,kept alive and alert by the hunt. Nothing feels right. All the stars have gone out.It can’t just be the pollution.The clocks cackle,cycling numbers with sick smiles,green leaves, grow old before their time,and I hunt the heiress of…