Thursday, May 03, 2007
The rain always sets me free. It reminds me of the raindrops. And how much we all are like raindrops. From the soft bed of the clouds they fall. Through the sky. Down. Down. Down.
I am a raindrop. And I fall. Every moment with a growing speed. I fall. For you. To you. On you. It's not the fall that I dread. It is like the inevitable. The unswerving and lone truth.
A raindrop can take a billion possible routes. To the ground.
I wish I could tell you that it was you I was thinking about last night. But then, you would never believe me. I don't blame you.
Who would believe a raindrop?
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