Dec 13, 2007 06:29
the rain melodies a jingle
through the window sill against a chill.
the crack of the clouds sprouts.
the gray consumes sunset whole & the moan of
the storm howls its teeth against the cloak.
watchin' the fall of Kings,
i wander wildfire scurry as the scamps purée.
peace;(wet sensation).
rain
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please tell me you're still here. i've been
forgotten so long. i just need to remember.
everything. so lost.
please,
tell me you're still somewhere.
i think i lost everyone else.
peace.
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I don't post as much friends-only stuff as I used to, but I am aiming to change that. There's a lot I need to pour out!
Are you OK?
I read about your 2013 and how awful it was. I'm sorry. I hope 2014 is your best trip around the sun yet!
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but, you have to always put on foot in front of the other, or
you will jus' always be. & i am never satisfied with that.
pour it out, old friend! when it burns your tongue
you know you are doing something right. just remember
someone is concerned about your wellfare.
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