The Rain comes down in sheets.
Saturation, once I supposed it would be a fine time to die in a shower. One did today, whilst another exploded. Powder keg.
During, I did not understand but it is pieced together now.
A girl, her mother, and her’s.
She is gone now. Burdens lifted, pain anguish, peace.
I will move to the North now, and grow cucumbers, maybe tomatoes. My mother is gone now. Oh my.

I am reminded of peering out a window on Rufer Avenue.
A man, fell to his death, whilst the sheets of rain continued to power down. How many stops did I resonate w/ another.
These times, when the pressure drops, my emotions are stirred. A pattern, water, saturation, moon, saturation.
Contentment when immersed
Surround me w/ your body
Cover me w/ your mind.
Together, we are poured into the chalice of life, to mix, and never separated.

Continue to be peaceful,
Strive to resonate,
Whom am I.
One who enjoys the resonance of the soul, or the driver of such.

Throw away the Past
live today
One day, oh absolutely,
One day
   I will be gone.

6/2/90 – Ddm

Last touched: Thu. Dec. 28, 2017