Black | Walking
Rain drops won't stop from falling. It is indeed the hallow mind of sorrow as it brings coldness creeping into our nerves, shaking the hell out of our warm blood stopping it's pressure to go through.
Cliche as it gets, but no matter which time it takes, it's all in color of black. Everytime rain comes it brings sorrow, and unexplainable longing.
Foot steps made splatter paints of mud on the road as people lay their feets on the ground forming decays on soil.
“You told me you'll be here waiting for me, where are you? It's our wedding day love.” As rain falls heavier, tears came along with them.
Joining the black of sorrow as it walks down through the lineages or so it could speak, pain.
“Hey, I'm sorry I'm late, shall we go?” As a surprise, tears stuck and block its way down, and smile made it to the latter's edges.
“Finally! You're here! Let's go!” He nodded as he gets his hands intertwined with his, gaining a little chuckle from the latter.
They walk through the people keeps getting on their way, swaying their hands together letting the immerse of black restrictions trickle on the road.
