do you ever get sad bc you aren’t rich and famous
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Whenever you miss the rain, listen and feel it through this. It helps.
I love the rain like how I loved you.
Spontaneous, unceasing, and fast.
Though like the ground, you were hard.
I drifted, I fell, yet I splashed a painful splash.
The rain is a strong metaphor of my life. What’s with the rain that makes me feel so sentimental?
Maybe, it’s the sound of every drop that radiates serenity to a nostalgic heart. It could be the exhilarating scent that triggers the flashback of a series of a ten thousand grandiose or agonizing moments of my life.
Or perhaps the gloominess of the morning sky that casts an irresistible shadow of sorrow into my hopeful and longing soul. Simply, it could be the feels of the cooling shiver that yearns for the raw warmth of another skin that shall touch unto yours.
But, on whatever reason behind that may exists, I always thank God for a wonderful piece of creation. Thank God for rain. :)
i dont understand people who only sleep with one pillowBreathemybreath:i sleep with no pillow at all how ‘bout that