in the rain with no umbrella, the drops collide heavily with my skin
and mask the pain beneath.
the moisture
burns,
stings,
and i glance around
to see if anyone else has become
nature's victim.
the metal, plastic, draped conveniently,
shield from attack,
shield from
feeling.
"only a few more blocks," i tell myself. but
the rain keeps falling. falling and
stinging.
my spriit begins to
wither,
explode.
we're separated by umbrellas.
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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I love this ♥
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