From: Buddy
On: 12/12/15
Dear Momma Kate, did you ever think-- think it would come to this? This year. This day. This moment. We spent so much time together and yet we still push all else aside to find one another. To find ourselves. I love the rain here. Sitting in it. Running in it. All of my senses pulsing and thriving with each chilled drop covering every inch of me. It makes me feel alive. You make me feel--. And that sound. That monotone. Beautiful. Consistent. Infinite. A thousand cadences to a thousand songs filled with sudden rises and slow relapses of a thousand pittering words. Words that now decay;Decay into me, deeper and deeper. I like listening to the rain splashing against the roof of my home. I often close my eyes and hope, with all my might, that the rain would be strong enough to pierce through that absolute barrier;that impervious threshold and immerse me,consume me,once again so that, at the least, I’d have some confirmation--some affirmation that what this has come to is not--real. -Buddy
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