Good question.
Things happened.
Other things went down.
People went places.
Some people left.
Some people stayed.
A few people played.
Some moaned.
Others groaned.
Some were pissed.
Others in bliss.
Fury, hot as the sun.
Regret, shallow as a puddle.
Confusion, high as the sky.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
It's funny how things play out, isn't it? It's just like the Alabamian summer weather. It's sunny and absolutely gorgeous outside, and in a split second you're in one of the ugliest rain storms in Mobile history.
but.
It works the opposite. As quickly as the rain comes, it goes. But it leaves the ground and everything around it drenched and droopy. The rain may have stopped; but its effects linger on. They will pass with time as the sun dries the ground and all will be well again, but this is the slowest process.
food for the thought.
miss A - Breathe
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