Drop of Life, One by One

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The rain keeps falling on the roof. My head’s hurting from its constant tap, tap, tap. I haven’t heard any other sounds since two days ago. Now, I’m longing for the breeze and even the shout of my neighbor. Why does it have to be raindrops?

Out of all the sounds in the world, why this sad, far away memories lingering to me?

I know that I yell at people sometimes. Making too much noise, but it’s just right for certain events. I never thought that I’ll miss all of those today.

The echoing tap, tap, tap…

Boring at times

Lonely for the rest.

Even with great effort to sleep, the raindrops keep me awake, feeling that longing. Crawling farther away, closer to the dark, solitary light.

Walking across the street, waiting for the light to turn green. I know I’m safe because of that blinking light of a peaceful remedy. My right foot leads the way with the left to follow. Slowly, but never so sure.

Tap, tap, tap
Still hitting the notes in my head

Screeching sounds take them to the end.

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