it is such a secret place, the land of tears

Friday, February 12, 2010 | |





I knew every raindrop by its name.








In high school, my brother painted a mural covering the length of one of my bedroom walls. In the mural were three raindrops and the above quote. I would lay awake at night, staring at those abnormally large raindrops and imagine they were my tears.

I wish. Sometimes all I can do is wish.

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