Thinks
Thinks, sitting here,
Rain hits the second layer of double Pained glass
Traffic swallows the sounds of the rain, making me wonder if I should stay
My blinds drawn, but not closed, and I think in this giant city, there must be someone watching me
"Where are you when I really need you?" I think to myself and realize that the words were actually spoken and I seizure knocking over a cup of tea and scaring my cat.
I went over board, hurt my "s"-elf, at least it wasn’t the ones I loved, but I cant stop shaking now, at least I am comfortable with myself and alone.
I should think in more seriousness about staying or going, my time is short and I should decide where I belong. In a vision I saw myself and my cat, following me
