rain comes down.
some romantic types love the drama.
"I just want to cuddle up with a hot chocolate
and watch sleepless in seattle"

neat!

and our dear friend,
Pisces, loves this drama too;
she glides through the grey gallows
giggling because she knows its not the rain
oh no-
its the 'It' in "it is raining"
the game we are all playing
the veil that is fraying!
and flapping in the winds
of a Heart
swinging open.

fame, shame, loss, gain, pleasure, pain its all the same
its all a game.
its all part of It.
but not It, necessarily.
and who's to blame?
you.
The game continues because we reinforce each others paranoia.
which to me, is beautiful!
(im a romantic type who likes to write witty poems on rainy days)
but I also know that due to the nature of who were are,
we cant be paranoid forever.
because when It stops raining,
It starts sunning.
And when we stop coming up with excuses of why
we
are
not
IT
then we become It.