Jones' Jarbs
... Things to say
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
67. J.A.R.B - Springtime
Springs back, but I miss the thunderstorms. I miss the soft rain pitter patting on my window, trying so desperately to get in. I miss fighting it, but I don’t miss that once, just once, when I let myself get wet. Spring’s here, but I miss the thunder clapping from above. I miss the lighting striking off in the distance, and counting seconds to see how far off the storm was. When I reached 12 seconds, I would tell myself there was nothing to fear. But underneath it all, I knew, those drops were falling right on my forehead. Springs here, flowers are blooming. But I miss those days I spent without color; without them, spring wouldn’t seem so vibrant. Spring’s here, the birds are chirping. But I miss those times I spent laying in silence, thinking of how nice it would be, just to hear some music. Those days make these ones appear so deep, so rich; loud. Spring’s here, It’s warm out now. But I miss those days I’d spend warm and cozy, knowing nothing could touch me. I felt so comfortable those days. It’s spring now, those thunderstorms are bound to return. And I can’t wait to anticipate more days like these. Please, don’t cry.
-Jones.
duuuuuuuuuude...spring? wow man,, u said like..rain..n springtime..n shit..like...10000000000times... GG
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