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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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