dial tone.

August 29, 2005

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we will wash away like water

there is something about the sound of rain that makes my heart beat that little bit faster, or slower, i cannot really tell. something that makes me want to walk barefoot down the middle of the road and smile as people call out to me from cars that speed past.

but tonight, tonight it is calming these jittery nerves. it is helping my lungs to draw deeper breaths. it is telling me to slow down, to listen, to write. and i try to make my words match the way the rain falls slowly on the window ledge. sometimes i imagine that i am the rain, spread so far and all the same but every drop that falls from my eyes is different.

the rain reminds me that i am infinite, yet mortal. it reminds me that with every breath i take i am one breath closer to my last, even though i do not know when that will be. and i think a little bit of me dies each time that the rain stops, because i let it.

sometimes i imagine that i cover the whole world, my fingertips stretching to grasp the reigns that will steer this place somewhere new. but i do not. and my fingers are not that long.

but i realise that i do not need to reach around the world. so i am reaching for my window. i am hanging my torso out and letting smoke from my cigarette drift off to some unknown place.

sometimes i wish i knew where the smoke goes. but that is its business, not mine.

and right now i just wish his body was next to mine.

i begin.

you’re beautiful.xxx

Cafe de Reves

rain <3

Luci

Princess Ashlee

*smile*

charlatan thrust

Your feelings reflect my own. How ideal.

Geoffrey Beattie

“sometimes i wish i knew where the smoke goes. but that is its business, not mine.” That is also ideal. And in regards to you feeling bare, I actually wrote with you naked in mind. If that helps you get through the night any.

I capture the castle

re: by crashing i meant him not being in my life anymorebecause he has helped me become more realeven if he doesn’t know iti’m not sure if you took it that way or notthe rain always changes my mood for the betterjust aswell i live in scotland then =)xo

dynamic

amazing

liebe.

oh gosh, you turn simplicity into something brand new.

Keeper of the Dead

ahhhhhh, very nice, thank you

guttergirl

“and i think a little bit of me dies each time that the rain stops, because i let it” hell yeah. you rock. <3

Searching4meaning

rain is beautiful.

little mercy.

August 30, 2005

rain is always calming for me.

[Angel of Despair]

splendid work love

stars of november

i love the rain.

Bridges and Balloons

i’ve always had a strong connection to the rain…its beautiful and soothing and heartbreaking all at the same time… love x x x

this is war

mm. lovely entry. although i love rain, im glad it has finally cleared up here. ;;

so meticulously nostalgic this piece was… it makes me wanna run and hide somewhere, don’t you love that you can do that to someone with just… words… nsi – psyche.

decemberbeach

September 1, 2005

there’s something romantic about the rain.I like running in it the best.

nothing relaxes and calms me like the rain does. when it rains at night, i sleep more peacefully and soundly than i ever could at any other time. i often wish that cigarette smoke was as tangible as it sometimes looks. that way, when i reached my hand out after it, i would be able to hold it and stop it floating away into the unknown. much love. xx;