raining

 
An eyelash in my mouth
Good luck according to the Chinese
I press the hair from my finger to yours
A peaceful transfer of power
I cling to an ideal
A promise broken and mended
I feel dejected
The rain comes down like snow
The darkness is an invitation
To a party for one
Order number 42
My mom says I eat out too much
But why cook for myself alone?
At least you understand me.