Under the rain

People under the rain, by Danny Santos from http://www.paranoias.org/

under the rain

i walk and i walk and i walk

without any purpose

no destination

i walk hypnotised

lost in thousands of blur visions

hanging from my eyes, 

dripping

as if this rain is inside me

as if i am this rain

dripping

aimless footsteps 

they can take me anywhere

through muddy streets, 

and alleys

and grey crossroads

places i have been running with small feet

years ago

places i have been in happier days

suddenly mountains

as i change sidewalk 

faces

shadows

swaying in between raindrops

prisms

sounds

echoes

me here

me there

me nowhere

this city drowns me slowly

as i sink into the life i should have lived

but i still walk

at least it feels like i do

one footstep after the other

my eyes full of rain

my life full of rain

my rain full of me 

as the evening disolves

into millions of fluttering

blue butterflies