A Conversation With CHEDeng

A blue boy was standing in the garden of a green painted house. He was leaning in a car painted gold and black. Puffing one of the last cigarettes he'll ever have, he walked towards the center of the garden as drizzles fall from the gray colored sky. He looked up to the sky and asked,

"Are you crying for me sky?"

The drizzles fell harder, faster. Thunder echoed like the groaning of a ghost, like a dead lover perhaps, or a tormented soul bound to this Earth by an unfinished business that can never be done. It echoed as the rain fell on the blue boy's cheek. Rain as salty as tears, rain as painful as tears.

The blue boy, threw away his cigarette. He smiled at the sky and said these words that, like the thunder, echoed from his heart with every resounding beat...

"Then don't. I'll be fine"

The rain continued to pour as if saying what if your not? What if it's a lie?

The blue boy answered, "And if it's a lie...time will come when it won't be. I'll be fine".

The blue boy walked away and took shelter in his green painted house as the rain fell harder and the thunder roared louder.




There won't be any rain tomorrow. If it does, then the next day. If the next day still, then next week. But this is for certain; the rain won't last forver.