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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The pouring rain, is here. Where have you been to, after for so long since you've decided to stop ur appearing. I don't know , whether to show gratitude to you for the cooling wind and peace you brought with you, or the feeling of something being absent in me you've caused. Shine and the typical weather includes me nothing, but just boredom. That's why I'm in total love with the rain which comes as and when, it likes.

Because when rain comes, I reminisce those days of growing up. Sadly or accusedly, I thought of everyone who were there for me in days not of my favour. Those who taught me to grow up. And those who fell me so hard as a life. Now looking out of the window, the landscape allows me a feeling of being alone and outcasting any noises or chats , should there be there at all.


Worst part of all, my lovely rain, why am I sensitive to songs with parts of piano, wrenching my heart tinge by tinge and making it feel so sour thump by thump. That I can no longer wait to fall in any love.










Why? ( to be continued with summary on alcohols )



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[7:44 PM]