Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Melancholy

Where does it come from? Sometimes I like to cozy up to it, curl my fingers into it's shaggy fur and listen to the patter of raindrops. Other times, I'd rather shove it aside without an answer. How to make peace with it. How to live with its questions. How to celebrate its beauty. How to laugh in the middle of a rainstorm.

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