Rain rain! Get the fuck away!

Hell hath rained it’s fury down on us; we turned waters into land, now the roads have become rivers and I ride home, through these waters, through the literal and figurative shit that has accumulated over the ages in the sewers. I ride my bike as rain rides me. I see noting. I hear them…

summer

It is singing. If I were sleeping on lush green grass under a giant tree on a hill with the wind running wild and the sun going easy on me, it would’ve been a bliss. I’d have loved this bird. The sun is after my ass today; setting my insides on fire and I’m sticky…

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I love the way you turn My silence into words; I love it more when My tears find their worth. The words now have A meaning, The shallow heart started To love this feeling; The smiles seem to have Found their reason, The bird of my soul Sings regardless of season. Oh, How you make…

Ah, yes. You.

You are that road far away Amidst the wilderness Through the skies, reflecting In the lakes You are a canvas that I paint Adding colours To my gray Like the heat of summer, Against the cold scathe I see you, in the weather And I fall, like the rain