I talk to him once a day, for a mere few minutes
but our conversations are empty
boring
blunt
it makes me think about the conversation i had with you
all those years ago
talking for hours on Skype
not wanting to end the call
falling asleep to the sound of each others breath
and waking up to each others alarms

What did we talk about?
Why was it so important?



-FreeMind

Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream

Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste