Oneword no.1: umbrellaI was sitting next to her in the rain. We held each other as we sat under the umbrella that she had managed to secure from her house. We ran away because we were tired. Tired of all the lies, all the anger, all the hate. It's just something we have to get away from. And maybe, beneath this umbrella, we can keep all those things away. Because all I need is her, and all she needs... is me.
DreamingI'm writing this stupidpoem, because cupidshot me and made medreamthe most luciddream about you and meI've ever had,as if reality dropped byto say,"hi".