As the winters fell I stopped going out to cliff. I'd try to sleep all day long curled inside my blanket.
And It was sad, the kind of sad which does not get better.

For a long time, all of the days were same until the day when it rained. That sky was brown, bleak and it felt like it was raining pain all over the world.
And that rain of winters had a promise to break through something.

Maybe when we are sad we form a shell around our heart in hope not to get hurt more by a specific thing but then there is a point when the heart swallows much of pain and the shell restricts the beating and everything else starts to hurt.

I remembered Amanda, and the last time when I had truly remembered her.
And then the shell broke off.
That evening I cried more pain than the rain ever could fall with.

There are pains in this world which could be cured and those, which could not be. But the affliction is when you can not have your cure, and I did not have mine.
So I closed the curtains and tried to fall asleep with the damping sound of rain.

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