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Thursday, June 23, 2005
 
And I was unhappy.

Rakka and Mimei curled up at my feet purring happily.

I sat and watched them for a while.

Like perfect sleeping children.

I heard a noise.
It sounded old and familiar.

When the AC clicked off I heard it again.
Clearer.

Rain.

It was warm outside still.

I sat in a warm circle of dry concrete and listened to it fall.

Through leaves.
On hot tin.

Stucco.

The circle creeping inward.

It falls more steadily.

For a brief moment I can see a blanket of blue light.
Silence follows.

No matter how the lightning cries.
Its screams cannot be heard.

My back is exposed.
It’s so dark.

Water reaches my leg and I curl tighter.

The rain softens.

It is quiet.

I wonder if happiness makes the bad things seem worse.

I wonder is maybe that’s why…
If its…

I can still hear the rain on the roof.

I’m quiet.

And I’ll never have answers.











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