Zimmerman's Cafe. Everything is passing by.
today reminds me of that day. the one where i sat on my bed and cried with the rain. my tears streamed down my face at an even pace. they attempted to keep up with the rain.
but times were different. back then the trees were without leaves. now the tree is full of leaves, yet today i am still sad. sad because someone else is leaving, but not like last time. this time i will find all of the good and try to ignore the bad. relish what i have made and sing praises of what i have. tears will not be present in my eyes, at least yet. today almost looks the same as that day, yet it is very different.
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