PExeterBlueOne

the rain pauses a quick sign of short release the space between night and day life which is a wandering child thats lost from a mother who doesn't care and only feels sorry for herself when she is not the one in need it is life but it comes to mind that one needs to move on so rain plays and quickens like a fast forward of whats to come the future flashes a black and blue bruise that is among the beaten death lingers like a horrid smell you see nothing only darkness but you can feel the shapes, objects, even smell there is nothing that gets by you , it all stays in the obvious no one can escape shock sets in you realize y