The Time has Come

The rain washes the window and yet you are apart from it. Your eyes are glazed over with tears

and the memory of what used to be. The world has shattered and the rain has penetrated

through everything else and spreads the cold frost through your body. You live your life day by

day doing things in a steady monotonous pattern. You continuously dwell on the thought of

judgment and hate and that those you once called friends abandoned you just because of that

one thought. The thought that was wrong, unethical and just plain weird.