Friday 9/10/2021 11:23:00 PM

 our stories tell us in little lies and angry truths. 

life comes in sudden storms. all we can do is wait for them to pass. 

the rain doesn't care how deep we are in the flood. it just keeps falling. the sun doesn't notice when we're warm. it just keep burning. 

sticks and stones. bullets and guns. none of these things can protect us. 

we're drowning. in time's infinite ocean. seeing islands in the smallest stones. 

yesterday caressed the distance. the smug of desire. pressed on the glass. 

yet we remained in our prisons. 

listening to the downpours. 

nothing changes, except perspective. 

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