mist, drizzle. precipitation
messes up the windshield making it not fun and dangerous to go grocery shopping, not to mention commuting.
though it is perfect for a nice cool walk under the city lights. makes me feel alive.
the gas thank runs out quick and i feel my tank the same way. empty. hollow. without.
and though i grew up a nice guy, every once in a while i change that, cause the nice guy never gets the girl, and i want to get the girl every once in a while too.
homesick in the morning. in love on friday.
hollow still to the naked eye.
full filled to myself. cool like the drizzle under the city lights. alive like the spider on the door frame.
in love like the bull gazing at the moon in the lake. she's not really there. still love her.
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