Rain drenched his clothes as he laid here in the grass dirtying himself, raindrops falling on him.
He didn't care.
He didn't cry, and never will.
Not that he doesn't want, but he can't.
He doesn't have any tears to begin.
So the sky give him what he can't own.
Tears of the sky
Beautiful and endless.
The thunder roar, the wind howl and his donator cover himself in the dark.
Breathtaking, captivating.
A choreography he only will know.
Another secret, another one to keep quiet, but he has learned how to.
Dangerous yet gentle
How deadly was this ballet and how lost was he to the elegance of each move.
He was tired, so tired
And the more he sees the more he forgets
As he closes his eyes, only one thought in mind, he let the rain lulled him to sleep
« He never knew what they were in the end. »