it's been raining for days
great fat heavy drops that seep through your clothes and flood the gutters in minutes.
i want to curl up with a book and spend days in bed.
bowls of tea.
thoughts of you.
sometimes life just doesn't make sense.
people do things you never expected.
say things you didn't think they would.
turn out to not be who they seemed...
sometimes, that is a wonderful thing.
sometimes, it can break your heart.
but that's okay, you know.
sometime's its necessary...
i see your breath hanging there, like snow clouds...
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