Merlin2468

The shadow of rain is like unto false hope. I turn around and the earth cracks in two. The hummingbirds fly abroad, stealing dreams from dazed toddlers. Giants cry in their depression, staring at the chaos as it unfolds like a thick yellow blanket. My elbow gets caught by the water and I weep, not knowing how to let go. Tales unfold and everything stops. A door. An enormous black door. It's intricate engravings shine in the moonlight. Am I good enough? Should I even try? Excitement, anticipation, longing. Are they going to say it? Want, need, insanity. I need them to say it. Doubt, fear, panic. They will never say a word. Anger, anguish, r