/lit/ - Literature

The rain fell ever so quietly amongst the rooftop and the sound filled the entire street and drowned out every other noise. A bike can be heard racing through the street, cutting the collecting pools of water apart. The soft sound of the rain bouncing and running off of the canopy of his umbrella occupied the remaining space between him and his refuge. His bright green eyes shone with the passing street lights and the water and blood running off of his knuckles shined as he passed each pole. The thought of her couldn’t escape his mind and the thought of everything was locked up forever swimming around in his mind. He was a broken and ambiguous man with simple ambitions, finding the mug of dreams.