it's raining
no it's not. it's rather dry here. sadly, i miss the miami rain. wet and humid. little warm droplets that go drip drop drip on your face. drip drop drip on your clothes. splash the puddles of yesterday. let the it soak on the ends of your jeans. staining them. until you wash them again. and splash those puddles again. and again.
i'm surprised i have time for this. or maybe i'm just delaying the inevitable. delaying what exactly, my dear? everything. and anything. and nothing. i am procrastinating what doesn't need procrastinating. is that it, my dear? i don't know.
and then i think. and if i think too hard and too much...i'll keep remembering. and i will keep sighing. and it won't help make things better.
i'm surprised i have time for this. or maybe i'm just delaying the inevitable. delaying what exactly, my dear? everything. and anything. and nothing. i am procrastinating what doesn't need procrastinating. is that it, my dear? i don't know.
and then i think. and if i think too hard and too much...i'll keep remembering. and i will keep sighing. and it won't help make things better.