#8

I hang up the call,
looking out of the window,
seeing the rain fall down to earth.
Exploding in thousand parts,
flying like birds right to heaven,
breaking up the way and meet the ground.

I turn my head around, watch the clock.
My head turns more, i am not able to block it.
I see my self walking outside.
The rain moves around me,
nothing makes any sense,
the dog is sleeping, one normal action.
He crys, the rain wound him on back.

I feel running to the car, it is burning under red sun.
I dont know what to do,
next to the house i see a bus.
He is freezed, i dont know where i am.
Maybe i am between heaven and hell.
Maybe i see the light of my lamp.

Maybe i am dreaming...