August 21, 2013 Tear drops, raindrops August 21, 2013/ Hershey Neri Two hours past midnight and the sky above me weeps. Everything around me is pitch black and I hear nothing but the deafening crash of raindrops against my rooftop. Meanwhile, I am buried in pillows and bed sheet. And in tears. I am alone. But I feel safe within the comfort of these four familiar walls. Can I stay here forever? Away from the world; Away from heartache; Away from broken promises; Away from people, people who come and go.