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[dremopants]

The wind stings my eyes the same as it always does
But for some reason tonight I cannot feel the rain
I cannot taste it hit my mouth,
yet I can smell the water in the air
the way you might expect it to
if you were the only one who could breathe it

If you didn't have to share it

The wind can tell you things of words that don't exist

and puddles paint pictures of things you've never seen

if only you

only if you

knew

Theres more to living then waiting to die.
Theres more to love then knowing what it means.