nostalgia
I listen to the rain falling down
my eyes fill with tears but I don't know why
The quiet sound of silence illuminates the air as the feeling of sadness emerge from my heart
A midnight crow sits on my window staring back at me
A creature so misunderstood, whose beauty lies past what the eye can see
The rain reflects the piercing moon that surrounds the midnight divide
A night so beautiful, so divine
How nostalgic it is to be here
This place where I can embrace the fear
dwelling in the abyss of my deepest sorrow