i want to standin the rain likei did on mythirteenth birthday -balanced carefullyon the top of thestaircase leading toour back door.
a blanket of dull grayhangs heavy in the sky.i can’t rememberthe last time it partedto show the sun.
i want the rain towet my hair,soak myold, faded t-shirt,tickle my skin,and make me feeltruly alive.
Jaybird wrote:april 2nd, 2020: too muchi never wantedmy towers to fall.but now i have to dismantlethe towersi so excitedly builtand i’m scared that they’ll go crashingdown to the ground.
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