I am not alone in my own presence. I see myself in darkness, alone... In a crowd of people I feel the most of nothing. They do not see me, feeling the most of alone.
Rain drops that sound like a million little bells. They glitter on my window pane. The pane I look through, to see beauty so elusive. It's a comfortable feeling seeing a drop, amoungst many suspended, trickle down the glass.
The faint spheres of light holding fast before the gray clouds from whence they escaped to trickle down my window pane. The melodiuos rythem from above. The aloneness of my own breath but no longer lonely for the rain.
I lay for their kind of silence, that is but too breif a peace in this world. Oh, what comfort but no other sound than the gentle rain. If only is wishing that every dreaming moment could be spent so sedately at peace.