We do not have childhood memories.
Us.
Me and you.
We did not run bare-feet across the corn fields, chasing butterflies. And even if we did, you would deny it, at least the butterflies part. Because you would hate to think that that admission might cost you the smile of that cute girl sitting across from us.
You did not pull my hair and put bugs down my dress as a way of showing me that you liked...
14 Nov 2012
7 Nov 2012
The mantises in my life.
I have been here before. Writing about rain. And always, my rain goes with tears. Not today. Today it rains outside, it pours like a punishment to earth. The soil cringe and dread the next rain drop. It prays that the next one will not hurt as bad, will be a tad bit gentle. Yet, it hurts more. And as it pours, helplessly the soil is taken away, to lands unknown.
That has been my life for a while....
