I’ve tried to say goodbye to writing so many times, and I know that it’s one of the very few cherished things that I cannot quit.
How could I? It’s the one of the few things where I get oh-so-many-chances to edit things before they actually come out. I’ve been known to be a speaker of careless words. I get the tongue in cheek moments so often, stammer when trying to express my thoughts with spoken words.
Text, IM, blogging are my comfort zones. But still, these forms of communicating can still gets some wires crossed from time to time.
Still, writing here gives that feeling of being in control, a sense of being able to take back words and thoughts before they’re actually set loose out in the world.
The rain will always remind me of something:
a hand, a walk and a moment,
that will be etched in my memory,
for the rest of my life.
The rain will always remind me of one love.
The rain will always be there,
year in and out, season after season.
The rain will remind me of her.