Streaming through what I think is life.
Wandering listlessly caring, pouring feelings.
Feeling them, giving them, having them, getting them.
Wanting and needing them, loving him, loving you. Hurting here, and dying inside.
Streaming tears down my face, in my heart.
Streaming rain down the window, in my room.
I lye here. Watching seeing, feeling.
Cold tears on my window. Rain on my face.
Streaming.