Raindrops I see the raindrops on the pavement below me, sparking a memory. They remind me of something, something faded. They warn me of a possible storm. A chance of a downpour. A downpour that can wash away everything. Everything bad, but unfortunately, everything good as well. So there would be nothing left. "At least no bad, no evil." I hear people say. I want to reply back,"It's good without the bad, but yet it's not good. It's just nothing, for there can be no good, if there is no bad." Yet I hold my tongue and stare on, down at those raindrops.
React
Comment
Share
