I looked up, closed my eyes and breathe some fresh air. I felt something in my face like tiny droplets of water, then I realized it was starting to rain. People around me started to open their umbrellas and I opened mine too. I saw a couple pass by they looked so happy like it was their first time together in the rain, it was like the cold air and the pouring water was a bathe of sunlight for them.
It was surreal.
I walked pass them and I thought how sweet it is to find joy in the rain. And then it happened, my thoughts, my insatiable thoughts without regards.
Eventually they will break-up.
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The Epitome of Bitterness
PoetryEpitome a person or thing that is typical of or possesses to a high degree the features of a whole class Bitterness A feeling of deep anger and resentment. Bitterness is an emotion which encompasses both anger and hate, often people who are bitter a...
