split & splat

whimpering,
by the window.
its raining outside,
the droplets hitting towards me,
but blocked by this diaphanous glass.
life is getting ridiculous for me,
too much conflictions.
i believe this is yet another one of my experience again,
nothing will be brought to my future.
i will never get to be your burden,
your reason to go home.

i conceive, when, the rain stops,
will this water wash away my unhappiness?
tone down this swayed tinkling,
i'm lost now...
never to be found, or picked up by you.







yc