Teardrops falling like rainstorms that never give up. Teardrops fall uncontrollably letting out all my sadness. I cry for them, I cry for me.
Sometimes it’s necessary for my mind to reach a certain kind of clarity.
Hoping to reach a peaceful, calming
purification. A state of mind I wish I could find. It’s somewhere out there. Just not within my reach. Teardrops will continue to flow, working to cleanse my mind. I just have to let them fall as rainstorms do freely.