oh how the rain seeps into every pore, sighing wetly it finds its way into the ground, a cold and slow decay that swallowed my heart, and you don`t move anymore, and i can`t keep home from leaving, these walls don`t speak in present tense anymore, only yellowed memories and fading light, relief and hurt, letting go and holding on, the binaries multiply into a deafening roar, life always goes on after the damage is done, we are all so tired of hurt, so sick of goodbyes, 'everyone i know goes away in the end', they disappear with enormous silence, you must learn but so often on our losses and our tears.