Stealing from the Five and Dime.

I am alone... I am hearing a voice saying hello to me. My heart hurts to beat, my lungs hurt to breath, and my head hurts to think. Sometime when the clouds break at night, the rain slows and I can see the stars. I walk the lonely strides, smoking a cigarette. Looking to the sky I hope to see the meteorites burn, I look for anything to make wishes upon. The clouds draw closed, and the rain falls again. My heart full of wishes, my lungs full of smoke, and my head full of voices. I let the rain fall on my face.