在雨中 我送过你
在夜里 我吻过你
在春天 我拥有你
在冬季 我离开你
有相聚 也有分离
人生本是一出戏
有欢笑 也有哭泣
不知谁能 谁能躲的过去

在雨中

As I sat there, staring at the spray of raindrops against the sodium glare of a streetlamp, old songs playing in my head; I felt myself slipping slowly, my thoughts turning inwards.

Perhaps it’s got to do with the weather, all grey and wet and cold. Perhaps it was reading qwazymonkey’s uncharacteristically melancholic story.

Whatever it was, I found myself feeling a little empty. And somewhat in need. Of something tender, something comforting.

Something that would warm my skin. Something that would soothe my soul. Something… something hot, and hearty, and that has been simmering in a pot over a low fire for a few hours.

Oh, for a good homecooked broth right now.

Posted 4 months, 1 week ago on Monday, November 2nd, 2009 at 8:21 pm
Musings + body.mind.soul, how.i.am, weather

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