At the Bottom of Endless Rain

Rain is supposed to be gentle, but tonight it feels distant — like it’s falling somewhere outside the world.

The lights on the wet asphalt look cloudier than before. They used to be beautiful… I can’t even remember that now.

Voices pass me by — they’re probably laughing, but somehow they sound like they belong to another world.

My hands, buried in my pockets, are numb. I reach for something — anything — and come up with nothing but air.

Why is it raining today? I was trying to figure it out before, but now I don’t even care anymore.

It doesn’t need a reason. The rain just keeps falling, and my heart, the same way, keeps sinking on its own.

How far down does it go? I don’t know — I just keep falling, deeper and deeper.