A raindrop is falling and starting again.
It taste like something that you can't correctly explain.
It smells of a scent that makes you feel the hurt from the inside out.
It looks like a speck that can't go in the right direction and get hits by the sorrow.
It sounds like a cry that breaks through the sounds of crowds and leaves the annoying sounds of stinging through your ears.
It feels like a big, grey cloud that hovers over you when you're sad and leaves you soaked in the tears from your pillows.
Grey to me is a heartbroken person whose self has turned to stone
By Huriata
It feels as if you feel good when someone listens to you, when you feel as if someone gets you. I love that. You deserve to be heard Huriata. The words you choose to convey your thoughts in your writing are very special.
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