So It’s Really Best To

The Rain Increases And Umbrellas Sprout Like Mushrooms Amongst The Graves.

I Mean Only That I Hope They Find Darkness Or Paradise Without Fear Of It, If They Can.

But Dreams Have Ways Of Turning Into Nightmares.

Each Of Them Always Gravitating Toward The Other. Yet Still They Do Not Touch.

Memories Begin To Creep Forward From Hidden Corners Of Your Mind. Passing Disappointments. Lost Chances And Lost Causes. Heartbreaks And Pain And Desolate, Horrible Loneliness. Sorrows You Thought Long Forgotten Mingle With Still-fresh Wounds.