OGiiLMountainArt

Raindrops thudding on an already heavy heart. Cold, hard, shiny raindrops, falling down like bullets with intentions, falling from a distance. That distance making the hurt all the more stronger. Smack. Smack. Smack. Their appearance fooled you. They’re nothing more than soft drops of water, although somehow they just aren’t so soft. They bruise, spread, and submerge, until all that’s left is a sodden mess. A clump of wet paper towels, stuck meaninglessly to a dirty toilet roof by a couple of thoughtless kids, who won’t remember the act in the morning. Yesterday’s discarded newspaper, a crumpled up, repeated me