4:40 PM .:. And for today:

the weather doesn't hurt my feelings

I can sit on a couch in a shirt and my socks, reading a book with the thunder.

I can sit on a couch in a shirt and my socks, reading the thunder with a book.

Where are we? How are you? I think I'm lost inside.

I pass my mind and my heart, the place that loves the socks.

I hear the rain on the window.

I wish for a slam on my head and heart.

Close the pages, close the roads, drive carefully.

I long for snow and rain and wind, bullets in glass on roads.

I long for waves and tidal seasons, monsoons raging in toe.

Where are the lines we long to wait in and the traffic we few enjoy?

I want a day of blizzard bliss and sunshiney hurt when nothing

Nothing but this and you and him and her

No nothing

The weather doesn't hurt my feelings

How could I get lost?

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