I could listen to a happy song, but I’ve got frank ocean on repeat 
For this melancholy I’m an addict 

Maybe if I indulge in this feeling I’ll finally cry, 

I’ll collect the precious tears and count them all

Maybe in their reflection I’ll find myself and fall- 

Or not. 

‘Rain, glitter…’ 

Why does that make me sad?

Watching the sun set behind the unfinished building, from the top of this bus

the last Amber gold rays shining through the shell of this empty city 

Gold leaking out from my eyes, the sun’s setting behind my mind 

Rain, glitter 
Sad, bitter.