October 13, 2009
It rained on the day I decided to stop loving you. Thunder and lightning, but the clouds were what meant the most. A big thick covering over the beauty of creation... and so gray. Dismal, and dull, like a black shirt on a sunny day.
Fall comes like a lampshade over the summer. softening, but darkening still.
Fall comes like a lampshade over the summer. softening, but darkening still.