The rain hits the windowshield. I watch the droplets chose each other to the finishing line before they collide into a whole. The Clash are ringing in my ears. His lips are moving but I am too much in a trace to hear. My eyes become an emerald green from the liquid emerging. Tickles down my heated cheek to my chin, then taking the pluged to hit rock bottom. I wipe away the trail it left upon my face before he notices anything. Sadness has taking the opportunity to become my everyday mood.