today i am new
through the storms and rain, i grew
far away from you
It's like that sometimes, you know. How the rainy days go on and on. At least, inside of you. There it can always be storming. Or sunny. Or anything at all. There is where the universe itself resides and works its unseen magic. There is where you are.
and so...
today, for breakfast, it's coffee and rain. maybe with a side of yesterday's pain. and for lunch, it's whiskey again.
YOU ARE READING
Sex, God and Rain
Poetrya strange journey...through the hidden places in a poet's soul.
