tonight the world dissolves in the extravagance of rain and i am mourning something, the saturation point of my heart. something here is too wrong, too much and i am too lonely in it and outside of it both. it is not fixed and i am not fixing it. and neither is the way the sky has melted nor the little dance the raindrops make as they skirt along the rooftop, suspend themselves, and fall. so i collect these things and i put them in my pocket, and there they are not forgotten, but nor are they present. i collect these things and i push them away, i hold them to me. what the fuck am i doing?
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WOW! I like what you have posted on your blog.
Do you have any other blogs?
I have a site you may want to look at:
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Check it out when you get a chance.
Phil
you are living your life with all of your heart and feeling all the extremities that that brings.
i think the dogs want to go for a walk on the beach with you. im a bit jealous that they get to go with you.
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