It has been rainy since the day i’m home from the trip to burma.
I’ll talk about burma again. my feelings are even dampened by the rain.
pitter patter, wipsh splash. if the rain could inject some sense in me.
it drenched my bed through the bit of window left open. it should be me, be the one drenched, so probably i’ll be awake and feel.
maybe i should fall asleep for a long while and never wake up. too tired.
i’m sorry i broke my promise Lord. i’m still trying.
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