Sometimes,
When it rains-
I wish I could be the dust dissolving against the concrete.
Or I long to be the tea brewing in my cup,
Something that becomes,
Is connected,
Belongs.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
Weather
Sometimes,
When it rains-
I wish I could be the dust dissolving against the concrete.
Or I long to be the tea brewing in my cup,
Something that becomes,
Is connected,
Belongs.
