Today the rain sounds like "Use somebody". Not KOL, but Tyler Hilton's cover on the piano.
It's so weird..every breath i take is calm, well-measured, as if it's trying to synchronize with the drops exploding at the touch of my window. It's funny, in my native language we have a saying that states such a weather is perfect only for making babies. But who could think of love now in some ordinary form it may occur to you, when such feelings are so overated even by your own heart? We forget how to love. We forget the thrill of those "incredibly-amazing-butterflies-in-your-stomache-tingling-in-your-toes" types of kisses. We get too caught up in the long run for existence. We lie to ourselves and we fake love just like a whore you pick up off the streets fakes orgasms after orgasms. Or like any life'less human soul for that matter.
Be with me, touch my reality, taste my air.* Let's conspire to ignite all the souls that would die..just to feel alive*. Or at least, live like you mean it. A life you don't live is still lost.
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