When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Friday, October 28, 2005
Falling Rain
The monsoon season's here. You got no idea just how much I'm in love with the rain. Makes me feel like heaven's feeling the same way I do. Makes me realize it's pain and lonely. Soothes me yet hurts me. It's so cold, it's always so dark.