RAINY APARTMENTS

I wanted to go back to the rainy apartments, even in a dream. Its only when I sit in the lamplight of my room already in bed that I think about them.

A daydream, or a nightdream, I wander there without perceiving. A balcony of endless nightly scapes of urban serenades, nonexistent, neverending in rain. The gentle moon obscured behind the clouds, rain washes over my face. Dark blue, midnight blue.

Nothing is present outside of the apartments, nothing is real. The dull hum of rain replaying in my head, falling against the windows. Not a single light is on there, as one should be. At home with darkness, at peace with the rain. I never stop looking out the window. 

Faraway I came to be in the nights soliloquy, rainy apartments meet with me and speak with what’s unknown in my heart. Quiet rain, forever I will be with you.