There it is again, this cloud that only lets me see rain. She breaks in on me and I can not help it. Suddenly I’m standing in the rain and getting wet. I hold my sweater over me to protect myself from the big raindrops, but there are just too many. I pull
How do I know if I’m a psycho? Sometimes I sit there and then I see things. I do not mean the kind of things that everyone sees with the naked eye, but things that you just can not see. You feel it. You feel it, or you just know it. Continue reading
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