Wednesday, June 11, 2014


The smell of rain,
At four in the morning.
Dark clouds looming
Over the sleeping people.

But no,
Not me.

Sprawled across the sofa,
There I stay.
My tiny puppy,
Eagerly beside me.

I speak,
Talk out loud,

Never have spoken words sounded so silent.

It's weird because it's just like a movie moment.
It's weird because it's all real.

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