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Poetry. Stream of Consciousness. Spontaneity. Angst. Humor. Bliss. Regret. Comtemplation. Comfort. Fear. Hope. Love.
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Sunday, December 09, 2001 :::
it's raining
God...it's so wonderful to sit inside with the windows open and just listen to the rain; it's absolutely beautiful. oh!-and there's a cricket that JUST started singing. All of this is happening while track 7 off of Sigur Ros is beginning. it's...bliss. and i'm so glad that i'm typing this while it's actually happening.
and cars drive down the wet streets surrounding our complex...and that cricket keeps singing...and the rain drizzles down the gutter alongside my apartment...and a group of friends is talking right outside my door, completely unaware of any of this. it's a gift...and only i can experience this, during this moment...just me.
and people doubt the possibility of a God.
i wish it would rain all night...
::: posted by AJBrotz at 8:25 PM
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