Love, and Sorrow, where the second exists, the other will follow....

[steadgussin]

Rain patters down on rooftops of this quiet town as I look through the eyes of someone I used to know. I hear it hit the rooftop of my house, knocking as the storm turmoils outside. This town, and you, so close, yet so far away. What am I to do? Yes, I am free, but freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, at least, that's how the

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[anonymous]

sometimes the storms are beautiful because later we do not see them as storms anymore...

i miss you niles, aloha -bree