i
bet
you
look
charming
in the rain, water beading out of your
hair, collecting like puddles in the hollows of your shoulders
before spilling like tiny waterfalls to the spaces between our
feet. But I’ll never know. There’s so many
intricate things I’ll just never know. And that’s
the part that hurts most – the not knowing. That’s
the kind of uncertainty that keeps you up at night - rum soaked
brain, eyes staring out half opened windows at no one in
particular. I can’t stop looking for answers I’ll
never really find in the faces of people I’ll never even
meet. I can’t stop feeling like the ground is crumbling
out from under my feet.
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