It looked like rain.

It looked like rain. My world lay quiet and desolate. If there were anyone trying to talk to me, I would not notice. I did not care no more. I listened to the words that came out of my own mouth, no one were there to listen anyway. No one stopped to listen to what I had to say. And even if they did stop, they did not listen. I could not bare the words from you no more. I had received to much.
Now I stand here and I feel alone and forlorn. I feel ignored. But that does not matter no more. There have never been an answer on my questions, life has never been what I tried to make of it. I do not say good bye, I do not say I am sorry. I just walk. Walk somewhere else, assuming that things can get better. Heading for a real life. Not an illusion, not a dream, not a wish.