I Did Not Sign A Contract With Life To Have A When It Rains, It Perpetually Pours Clause.
i did not sign a contract with life to have a “when it rains, it perpetually pours” clause.
someone, somebody, anybody … please send help.
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i once knew of love —

there it was. there it is … the song of gloom filling the evening air. i can’t seem to figure out this particular feeling of sorrow. is it the motion of moving forward? moving on? i suppose the reality of our memories don’t seem to exist in these 66 seconds of her lullaby. my love for you re-emerges and the feelings of some beginning becomes suspended. here is where i find the love i buried deep within the earth — hidden furthest from you. her words become my own and my heart loses sight of the present moment. here is where i yearn for your companionship, missing the warmth of your presence
or rather the idea i orchestrated of you.

the beginning of love or the beginning of heartbreak (?)
always in my own world
how can i forgive, forget and move on towards my main quest of existence … when life continuously throws guttural blows, disguised as pretty little side quests?