Time Shops

Crazy how past days weighs heavily on each raindrop passing by, as a train token in the abyss, it sinks deeper subconsciously, i reminisce, careful thoughts glide over ice, paradise is not enough to suffice the wreckage that ensued under the night sky, mind afloat in the flood of broken hopes, staying above not wanting to drown, gazing upward, it persists, clenching it's fists it insists to seek help through the mist, as raindrops carry time shops to swap eternity when it stops.