20060112
soaked.
rain rain and more rain. and it never stops. the sight from the outlet is extremely pretty, with the raindrops pelting down uniformly and with everything else turning blurry in front of you.
perhaps that's how my world really is? a world of blurry images. it seems to be there. and yet it seems to be just a hallucination.
my pants and shoes get soaked everytime i try to walk home. i can just simply put them out to dry and they'll be as good as new again. but can you do that with a soaked heart?
the chill of the winds blows deep beneath just as if they're reaching out into us. and that feeling simply adds on to the sense of unease that's lurking around these days.
will it ever stop raining?
group1 soared @ 21:47
xoxo