refections of a cycnic

rain ..sounds of life tapping on my window,leaks in my ceiling like transparent thoughts slip away ..concentration gone all thats left is puddles of sanity ..rippleing with heartbeats chased by movements in a dream ...streaming down the street like tears flowing on my cheek ..gathered at the bottom like a spoon of death...swirling mixed with all it could take...till sunlight sucks it dry...and all is well on the dark side of room