Blame it on the Weatherman


They said that by now I would start acclimatizing to the weather this kind of life has to offer.

I can only wonder how.
How could anybody like this floating sensation, this oblivionesque state of existence? No, I wasn't built to be alone. I used to think I am a loner, but it is dawning on me that I was okay to be alone when I knew my fall back people were there. But since they've gone, lonely is the last thing I want to be. I like my quiet moments, but they've stretched on a little too long than I can endure.

They said I'll be okay any minute now.

Meanwhile, the rain goes on....


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