"i don't want to lose myself. it's a whisper, it's a funny thing. we fold like icicles on paper shelves. it's a pity to appear this way"

7/11/11

rain

it's raining words inside my head 
things i've thought but never said 
i'm running backwards in my dreams 
i feel like i'm ripping at the seams 
i'm waiting & waiting 
(more contemplating) 
tripping over & over again 
wondering when it will all begin 
the rain is pounding like my heart 
but still i'm waiting for it to start . . .


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