watching raindrops drop and birds huddle close in their nests of safety surrounded by a green sea of ivy leaves. living in the past, watching the present while reruns replay in my head. listening to Ani ((looking up occasionally)) cuddled close to stuffed comfort it is the closest i get. missed my own birthday, i ran away instead.
ice cold water feels good right now next to the fireplace and i can't find the words i want to say.
i can't wait for the first swim of the season. wash me away.
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