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At the end of number 5 on Letting off the Happiness, i heard a distorted sound that reminded me of the shins.
I got out of the shower turned them on and then remembered
how
wonderful they are.
"and which brand of coffee to make" always used to make me want to brew some coffee, even if it was 10:30 on a school night.
i walked over to the sink, and looked out the window into june of last year.
it was the dismal sky i remember so vividly, for it was just about the only thing that changed from day to day.
in the following days i cried with the clouds so they wouldnt feel alone in their sorrow.
i recall pages upon pages of thoughts, hardly portrayed despite my attempts at expression.
and the photographs i took, and when i got them back i relived every moment.
I got out of the shower turned them on and then remembered
how
wonderful they are.
"and which brand of coffee to make" always used to make me want to brew some coffee, even if it was 10:30 on a school night.
i walked over to the sink, and looked out the window into june of last year.
it was the dismal sky i remember so vividly, for it was just about the only thing that changed from day to day.
in the following days i cried with the clouds so they wouldnt feel alone in their sorrow.
i recall pages upon pages of thoughts, hardly portrayed despite my attempts at expression.
and the photographs i took, and when i got them back i relived every moment.