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rain, rain.. send my apologize to him and tell him to go home, please..

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walking outside when the rain’s falling.. playing some songs loudly, and thinking.. that’s what I do when things turn out to be shits. but right now, 10.30p.m, my dad’s gonna kill me if I step my feet outside. and now, this is what I do, writing.

I really wanna go out, under my blue umbrella. blue? ah, so mellow.. I wanna be strong, but how strong the sponge could be? why sponge? because maybe it’s a representative of me. why? because, it’s perforated, light, absorbs, and presses..

stupid.

I don’t even know what I’m talking about.

random..

rain

dark

light

wind

water

noisy

wet windows

speed

wheels

flood street

still I can hear the voice of water right now.. coming down and seems not gonna stop till the morning comes. what happened to me?

it was here, no, upstairs, where the mute things being  the witnesses of all the moments going

it feels messy

my head hurts

my arms hurt

my stomach hurts

everything hurts