There is a sky outside that I want no part of.
I know that once I speak through the cracks, the glass will give way and my voice will catch in the wind,
and you will fear my flash floods and you will leap over puddles and you will refuse to be caught up in the rain even though it is you that I weep for.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
There is a sky outside that I want no part of.
I know that once I speak through the cracks, the glass will give way and my voice will catch in the wind,
and you will fear my flash floods and you will leap over puddles and you will refuse to be caught up in the rain even though it is you that I weep for.
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