Don’t bring an umbrella

“We are desolate; we are paved dents at birth grown into reservoirs – a small sea of ourselves.

But every once in a while it rains, or maybe every day; when it does, and if it pours, we brim over to another – flow into one another, to eventually become a river to flow into the sea of death, to sublimate into clouds, and tomorrow’s rain will overflow another dented soul. Don’t bring an umbrella.”

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