As the rain keeps pouring, I feel drained and dissolved in the mist of sunrise,
There’s no sun, just a pale reflection,
There’s no rise, just a fall,
and it’s all gray and cold, like in a picture of Henri Cartier-Bresson.
The woe on my lips and the frazzle on my eyelids,
the heaviness of it embraces my layers, one by one,
like a disease spreading and infecting.
I keep getting smaller and smaller,
no desire to struggle,
let me lay around with you, beside you, on you.
Let us imagine the stars from our bedroom window as they used to shine in a day without rain.