I hate the sun.
It’s taunting vibrance.
Implied happiness.
Melting and warming,
higher than any one can reach.
Smiling down with condescension.
If I had the choice,
rain or sun,
I would let myself dance beneath the gloomy grey.
The rain is easier
because the rain does not pretend to be something it’s not.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 10:09 AM UTC
I hate the sun.
It’s taunting vibrance.
Implied happiness.
Melting and warming,
higher than any one can reach.
Smiling down with condescension.
If I had the choice,
rain or sun,
I would let myself dance beneath the gloomy grey.
The rain is easier
because the rain does not pretend to be something it’s not.
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