The rain hit the windows like wet
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trying ever so hard to break through the glass.


**~~a.s.f.

Raindrops ricochet off my umbrella, sounding like muffled applause; Mother Nature is clapping, amused by the fact that people are hiding from her marvelous creation.

**~~a.s.f.

Wave at me from your safe point outside the window.
Inconspicuous; hiding, but not from me, obviously.
You're my non-guilty guilty pleasure.

I am constantly reminded that you are alive.
You're just not up to society's standards of being you.
Well, I think you're dandy; wonderful.

Being not fully alive of happy just means that you're on your way to bigger and better things.
Just think of that.


**~~a.s.f.

I've given up on you. I have.
Even though I've fought for, trying to hold on, I can't anymore.
Hanging on, the thread begins to wane.

I'm floating. I'm drifting away on a cloud; softly.


**~~a.s.f.