Sunday, March 22, 2009


My memory of you is like the rain
Loud, disturbing, and cold
And every raindrop is a picture of you
Scattered all around disturbing nature
Keeping the birds to their nests
Forcing the flowers to sleep
And making the rational irrational

I can't really think of a title to this. These words just popped into my mind in one rainy afternoon thinking of her and drunk a long time ago. Love really can make one irrational. Good thing someone invented alcohol and chess and DVD and internet. LOL


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