I used to hate the rain.
The rain that drips down the windowsill
And sucks the clear brightness out of the day.
I used to hate pain.
The crushing thoughts that keep me still
And leave me helpless in bed all day.
I do not care anymore.
It’s numbing, comforting even.
The way rain lulls me to sleep,
A mesmerizing detachment from reality.
Forever, I wish to sleep.