Monday, March 10, 2008
Things she used to like...
The sound of rain keeps her awake. She remembers being young and wanting a house with a tin roof. She enjoyed the sound of rain. Not young anymore, the rain depresses her. All she can think about is how she just washed her car. She needs to sleep. She closes her eyes hard, wrinkles in the corners, and hopes when she opens them she is somewhere...anywhere...else.
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cynical.
i love the sound of rain.
i think we should go do a rain dance.
or maybe just dance in the rain.
either one.
maybe rain wouldnt be so depressing there after.
or... we should jump in the puddles it always makes me happy!
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