I hear the softest, most beautiful sound, rain gently falls on roof and eaves, carelessly caressing branches, impacting ground without weeping.
In silence there is no passing of time for darkness hides the clock.
I am the only illumination and I sit listening to the rain. Tis a more agreeable sound than the reckless noise in my head beckoning for another pill, another wave of calm, of peace to wash over and subdue, enchant.
No, I still don't know what I'm doing here spending hours in nonproductivity...trying to find some acceptance in the neutral zone I guess.
The noise in my ear grows and growls louder than the rain. Must be medication time.
But I did so enjoy the rhythm of the raindrops. I had to write to make it so.
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