Love, and Sorrow, where the second exists, the other will follow....
Rain patters down on rooftops of this quiet town as I look through the eyes of someone I used to know. I hear it hit the rooftop of my house, knocking as the storm turmoils outside. This town, and you, so close, yet so far away. What am I to do? Yes, I am free, but freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, at least, that's how the saying goes. My angel of silent bliss, how I long for more than a few days at a time, more than so far between. Sunsets of the deepest scarlets and starlit nights watching a velvet sky. Twilight is beginning to hit, and the storm has started to pass, and for me, the Ides of March bring great joy, ironically enough, and now, I am watching the sun, setting, after a crazy rainy day.....it is absolutely gorgeous....but then again, so was the storm.....I guess life, even in its ugly moments is beautiful for what it is and what it does.....It goes on....