Twisted Sunshine. No more.

I'm lost in a sea of familiar emotions and pent-up feelings. Once again, Fate saw it fit to bring me to pain. Offering me a delicious platter of satisfying viand, only to snatch it away once my fingers were in reach for the taking.

I keep on walking with no destination in mind.

Blurred faces. Slow-motion world.

My mind races with images of skin against skin, lips against skin, my long hair tickling every inch of his chest.

I cringe. I stumble.

I stop and sit on the pavement with my palms up on my lap. My head bows, heavy with the memories of lust, of want, of longing. In the dark recesses of my mind I hear conversations and see typed words.

Oh, how memories and moments resurface with the pain.

My cheeks twitch, my lips tremble, my eyes begin to burn. Then I start to cry. I let the first tear fall. I do not attempt to wipe it away. I let it trickle down my cheek, down to my neck to my breast. The second tear comes, then a third... then comes the torrent of hurt and love and loss. I do not stop. I feel comfort in my damp face.

It has begun, the cleansing ritual I yearn.

I then feel cold drops of water on my open palm, and then another. My bare shoulders feel the dampness in the wind.

It begins to drizzle. I accept it by turning my face up to the sky.

I feel cold drops from heaven mingle with the hot tears my eyes has released.

It's raining now.

And I realize, this is how we started, in a middle of a storm.

And so this is how it also ends.