Let the rain kiss you. ~Langston Hughes: I remember staying at Trinity College in Dublin and looking at the lit library, hearing the rain on the cobblestones and listening to the soft breathing of my child asleep.
In the baby’s room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes” ― John Geddes
Some days the music won’t go loud enough to quiet the screams of my soul. I’ve got this big hole. I fill it with dirt, it won’t stop the hurt. It bleeds through my shirt, I become this stain of anger and pain. Write it all down, here comes the rain. Sleeping walking madness, twitching from the strain. Another thought wasted, living in shame.
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