Okay, so how come humidity and hottness have to go hand in hand? Why can't we just have hottness, all alone. But then, I supose that everyone wants a friend...
It's been a crazy weekend. School is finally over! But, yet, it doesn't feel the least bit like summer. Which is sad I think.
And now that I finally come here to sit and write... I get stuck with lacking anything good to say.
My Candle
Sometimes the winds will blow
And the skies will roar.
Sometimes the rains will flow
And the rivers will pour.
Sometimes the whisper will turn
And the words will lie.
Sometimes the wax will burn
And the wick will die.
Sometimes the candle will flicker
And the flame will fall.
Sometimes the living light
Won't live at all...
-your truely
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