“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
11 November, 2011
Listen to each drop of rain, whispering secrets in rain. Franticly searching for someone to hear that story be more than it hides. Each droplet long gone? Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye, listen to the rain.
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