Wrote this when i was feeling, just a little mad.
Empty, voidful streets rang silent cries of fear and emptiness.
Sadness.
It was abandoned long ago, in search for true nirvana, the streets instead lost all hope, all emotion;
It had been forfeited.
Now, Shrieks of those from years ago are common, but people are not.
A constant shower of rain and thought echoes throughout the region, as though it were a chamber.
Even in the most open areas, a space can feel crowded, or confining.
Screaming does not, as the void of the street consumes it.
In another town, far far away, the region had been filled with spurts of anger, and rage.
A somewhat calm town would then lead to a town of fiery eruption of rage, then followed by long showers of rain, and tears;
Tears of self-pity.
Tears of shame, or rage.
Yet in some town, in a meadow-like area; There roams a peaceful area.
One of hope, and joy.
To look at the glass always half-full.
Yet, they are very vulnerable.
Unprotecting, and easy to be conquered by feelings.
Short-lived, yet happy.
kind of disappointed that i came to no real conclusion, but whatever.
