Cloven I want to see the world through my window while the tears imitates the raindrops out there. Maybe I could forget what they are exactly and I'll consider that the water is my cold sweat, and when I am in the middle of this mess, the rainbow will overcome through the thin glass that separates me to my freedom. I don't want that the window tarnishes the beauty out there, but it is so hard, it is so cracked. The window is my emotion. The world is my reflection. And I am only a broken soul