traversing through the dense forest
i observed it was raining
rain torrentially, at that.
i was dry.
i only feigned being wet.
only longed to be soaked in the blissful rain.
the world was dry, as well.
injustice, i scream,
day and night.
yet all i know how to do is press onward.
oh, my God. where have i been.
at one time walking in such a storm was enjoyable.
i try not to talk about myself so much anymore,
so i'll say it.
she (in the most metaphorical sense) had a hold on the scene,
captivated everyone who saw the picture she had painted. (i saw it)
and the rest?
well
they all passed by, as if nothing had happened.
still known
it was more than a walk.
it defined us.
oh, my God. where have i been.
(in your arms continually)
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in conclusion, it's hard to draw conclusions.
in confusion,
satisfaction is only found in one.
