Lost my way from up and down,
And I know, yes I know,
And I see in your eyes,
That you weren't surprised by me at all,
Not at all,
And I know by your smile it's you...
It was raining that day as well. The clouds fell dim and the disposition of misery hung in the air. The town seemed to be painted black and white; shades of gray clung on places they weren't suppose to. The small town's streets were lined with shops and apartment buildings, but no one stirred among the streets. It was simply a canvas painted with sorrow and guilt. Like a old film repeating itself, the town remained as it always had.
In the emptiness, church bells rang. The lonely notes drifted into a young man's ears as he leaned against the wall of an apartment, the rain drops falling steadily on to the window next to him. He stood with his eyes closed; the ghostlike luminosity of the sky above fell on his features in a haunting blend of shadow and light. His figure became a mystifying silhouette in the room where he stood.
Furniture draped in white sheets were scattered throughout the dusty, aging room. The young man opened his eyes leisurely and tilted his head up to glance around to the room as if looking for someone. He took a long, deep breath and glanced over the room one last time as the embers of hope inside him went cold once again. No one resided in the space before him. No one was waiting.
And so, the young man closed his eyes once again. He slowly tilted his head back down and entered a surreal condition. It seemed like he always ended up waiting for that someone. Always the same person and always the same unspoken excuse.
"And so, you didn't come because of the rain?"
