everything is cold and wet and green.
the gleaming gray skies are pouring out onto the streets, the cars, my hair. i feel like dressing in nautical blue and going sailing in the collecting puddles.
tomorrow the world will be fresh and beautiful, carrying no traces of today. the flowers will smile up into the sun and the grass will breathe with new green life. the worms will crawl back into the deep, warm earth and the parks will swell with running children.
but for me it will still be today. for me it is always raining, pouring, dark and cloudy and cold. tomorrow brings no hope of reinvigorated weather, of fresh new life. every day i wake up and i am still me, still lying on the floor surrounded by a thousand unread words while time marches unforgivingly forward.
i want to start all over, clean and white, wise and perfect.
but there is no hope
i have already screwed up
everything is dirty and stained and ruined and nothing can make it right again.
i am making my legacy
and there is no rewind button.
why is it the world can be so new and fresh and i don't even get a second chance?
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