It's raining outside.
It's raining inside.
It's raining on the desert.
It's raining in my head.
It's raining on land.
It's raining in my body.
It's raining on water.
It's raining in my soul.
It's raining on streets.
It's raining in my veins.
It's raining on homes.
It's raining in my heart.
It's raining on people.
It's raining in my cells.
It's raining on ups.
It's raining in my exhales.
It's raining on downs.
It's raining in my inhales.
It's raining outside.
It's raining inside.
It's raining.
It's finally raining.
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Friday, December 19, 2008
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3 comments:
i can so feel this state of being. *i connect*
the ziftest state of being.
surrealism.
It is always raining.. but unluckily, we never leave our umbrellas home.
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