wateroak

It's gonna rain.
The water is in
the air. It will
rain to show how it cares.
The greens have brightened
with a passing expectance
and the light is veiled
and the frogs will sing.
It will rain, my boy.
Don't worry. It rains.
See it cares, my girl.
Don't worry. It rains.
He's gone
and there's nothing to say anymore.
Don't worry. He's gone. It rains.

Emily's back from abroad. Back to her scene. She walks with forced posture and speaks vaugely. She has cut her hair short, lightened her skin and darkened her eyes -- carefull sketched round and just exceeding the corners. Dressed sparply, Emily moves with the ring of money. She steps and gestures carefully. Careful Emily's back in town with confidence in tow. An'looks like an contour ink drawing, that i'll never trust anyone to know. Money, Emily's back in town to charm herself down.

i am so tierd. i can't do much with myself tonight. lastnight, i went to a local bar and stayed out drinking to late, again, and again i found myself unsure of what to do when it got very very late -- i couldn't drive. there was no one in the local area i could call -- not anymore. a friend called and saved me.