9.17.16 ~ 9:05PM

I can still taste the rain, even though it rained last night.

I am here; a night later, outside, and I still smell the stench of everything wonderous.

Here it comes again; the rain; the clouds are getting heavier.

Sprinkles of salt fall like rain on my shoulders and I realize something important.

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There is a war going on inside of my brain.

Little things set me off.

My temper is at an all-time-high.

I can't tolerate those which I have before.

I am getting weary.

My patience is running thin.

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And yet, the rain suddenly washes away everything there is to wash away; the pain, the sadness, the destruction.

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I am a harmful solution that resides in only me.

I can carry no more than what I have already.

Ye Weary Soul, Take Thee Away Into The Unknown, Substantially Drowning In What I Call Humanity.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Excellent thought process and delightfully visual. Nothing like a refreshing, healing rain ...
Thank you for sharing!