May 17, 2011

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  Sometimes,
  I start to believe that clouds over the horizon are prettier
  than the clouds above my head.
  Why is the colorful and beautiful always so far away?
  Why is the rain so frequent beside my face?

  Sometimes,
  I'll chase the horizon clouds
  before I realize I'm chasing the sky's shadow
  and I'll remember how I miss the rain
  so much
  I want to drown in its beautiful grayness.

  Then sometimes, I have to forget everything
  let the clouds float into my head
  condense in my lungs
  and give up the privilege to appreciate rain.

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