i could say "to the person in the bell jar, black and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is just a bad dream", but this one is more suitable to the rain:


her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

she has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
she even has a zombie
who was originally from france.

but she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
for if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

it's been raining all day long. noone can see the clouds in my eyesbut you,, tim! you can express all those hidden solitude and melancholy. thank you and it's a privilage to know you. cheers...