this is what you do: you make it rain hard enough and you let things spiral in the ravaging twist of life and lies.
read a dark literature and listen to more sad songs.
maybe watch a depressing film and not cry.
make a cup of coffee, get coffee stains on your sheets.
lie down to cover the stains like you covered the lies you make up in your head.
we can always blame it on the rain.
better days. i’ve seen better days,
bitter day. bitter days need an expiration date.