It's all coming together

[gothicchapel]

So while sitting in McHugh Commons, waiting for some people I was depending who never came, I realized something that makes so much sense I can't believe I was so remiss as to have never understood it before now

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[javachipfrap]

You're wrong that no one cares.

to rain

[freakyhairglue]

Rain
By Edward Thomas

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

Re: to rain

[freakyhairglue]

hmm...for some reason it mutilated the format...sorry...

one more thing

[freakyhairglue]

i wrote these soon after the silence began last spring.
Voicemail (1)

my message felt a mile long
while you curled somewhere
[staring at the glow
of a caller missed]

hanging up took all my index-
finger
courage, smearing
faith with the locked steeldoor
sound of
you

weeping
[alone]

Voicemail (2)

silence
was my white-wrapped gift

after the deafening tone
[of you trying not]
and before my choking
silk of nothing
to try
speaking

or maybe it was
someone in the back of the phone

and the closing of eyes

~ags