Do we not dream of places where the dead are no longer dead and faces are easily changed from person to person.
The rain may be nothing more than our hopes crashing around us.
Maybe it soaks us.
Maybe your tears mix with the rain and become your fears crashing along with your hopes.
So you run. You run as fast as you can.
And your sweat pours out and falls with the rain and the tears.
Let your sweat be your guide.
Let it be your rage aginst this world.
Let it be life.
Let your dreams fill with hope and fear and rage.
Flood this world with it and drown.
Drown and life and become whole.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
Do we not dream of places where the dead are no longer dead and faces are easily changed from person to person.
The rain may be nothing more than our hopes crashing around us.
Maybe it soaks us.
Maybe your tears mix with the rain and become your fears crashing along with your hopes.
So you run. You run as fast as you can.
And your sweat pours out and falls with the rain and the tears.
Let your sweat be your guide.
Let it be your rage aginst this world.
Let it be life.
Let your dreams fill with hope and fear and rage.
Flood this world with it and drown.
Drown and life and become whole.
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