The greatest pleasure of rainy season is the sound of raindrops . The earth absorbs this much needed waterĀ filling upĀ the air withĀ an arousing aroma . AhĀ , such simpleĀ pleasures are the best and the hardest to find these days .
Sitting on a broken brick wall shaking my legsĀ , enjoying the footsteps on the clouds and the wanton drops of rain . Makes me feel of the days when i sneaked out of the classroom through the backdoor . A man railed at me twice , but i didnt care . Waiting was such a waste of time .
Lightning strikes , inside myĀ belly there feels like butterfles, butĀ finally reliefĀ . The bolt hasĀ missed youĀ , afterall .Ā I donot care if we donot get a sleep , I would still be happy because mother nature has fixed everything for us . Cool breeze creates an even more blissful environmentĀ . Red wine , and I’ll be taking shit again .
Clouds of sulphur rain down bombs of pain everwhere . Fighting a losing battle that neither side can win . If we wanted more life why didnot we just say so . Are we going to ask the question that scare me ?
“Dreams are dreams
I ain’t gonna play the fool anymore”
You say ,”Cause I still got my soul”






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