What rain?

The rain continued to fall and cover everything

I wanted to do something.

But I felt like the rain was going to last forever as with the rainy seasons and it would engulf and wash away whatever I would do.

I had nothing.

I neither experienced any extreme state in which I could feel my heartbeats, or the kind of loneliness that would result in unprovoked hysteria.

All I had was the black blank walls which suppressed me.

If my thoughts expanded beyond the limits of this room existed beyond the walls, the falling rain would dissolve everything, it seemed.

I wanted to do something.

But while I pondered upon doing this and that... the rain always faded the thoughts away.

And if it helped if I ignored the walls and make that connection,

Would it be right even if it walks the margins of selfishness?

I wondered when the rain would stop.

It will, but it will get worse before it does.

(Inspired by MPD, that hellishly brutal mini series and hopelessness from that dire inescapable situation. Ugh.)