Monday, Oct 12, 2009
So,
Like the rain has come again to my door,
not the light drizzle but that heavy soul weary downpour,
That is I have become, one who once was and yet, is no more
What can be said when what falls weighs so heavily on what stands?
Cumbersome is the only word to describe where I find that one
it has all become such,so much so that even the physicality is regressed to mundane, degraded morality....
or not
It all depends on if you are the rain or the one standing
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