summer rain

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sometimes I think it wouldn't be real if it was easy,
it wouldn't really be me...
maybe that's why I like to make life so hard for myself sometimes.
because at least then it's real, right?
or maybe that's not true at all...
but at least then I feel more like myself.
I like to be so "somehow",
somehow everything,
somehow nothing.
it's easier for me -
euphoria or tragedy...
balance is for everyone who isn't me.

I always knew you wouldn't bring balance
and I just think to myself
maybe that's why you fit so well.
is that self-destructive of me?
it could be...
one day I'll learn to be good to myself.
but right now you're here
and it's quiet and it's raining,
raining all around us,
raining heavily...
but I don't get cold
because it's beautiful,
every single tear from the sky
seems so beautiful to me,
and I catch them
and blink them away...
it's not easy,
it never is,
fortunately, right?
because that's life -
that's how you know it's life.

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Hey, hello! It's been a little while...
I've been writing some new stuff, but I have to still sorta contemplate what to publish and what not :)  ...
but this is from a little book (or more short story) I wrote back in I think december/january of last winter.
I wrote it in german initially (someday I'll sure publish it...)

anyway I hope you enjoyed this piece! somehow this actually worked quite well as a translation to english I think :)

thank you so so much for reading! It means a lot. <3

xo, S🌹❤️

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