.amnesia.
one thing i loved about summer, weren't the sunny days and beach holidays.
i didn't pay much attention to this being the 'longest holiday of the academic year', i just paid attention- oddly- to the rain.
the times when you stick your arm out your window to feel the humid air with no wind blowing.
just stillness and tranquility as trees and plants waver silently.
when you feel like a human weather forecast.
forecasting the weather to your own pleasure and time for a good book to read.
to just sit down on the window sill, wear comfortable clothes and sink into the fictional world and hopefully, never return.
to take the pitter patter of the rain against your window from your right ear and turn it into music through your left ear.
to momentarily, forget.
again.
to forget all about the world, to leave no evidence of existence.
something i could never ever do no matter how hard i try.
because i have dented people's souls.
i have put burden upon them involuntarily.
and i am now indebted to the world.
immortality at it's best.
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smother :):
Novellesmother ˈsmʌðə/ noun 1. a mass of something that stifles or obscures. "all this vanished in a smother of foam" _______ "vanish? i'd like to vanish." _______ sometimes all you need is a confession a day to keep your blade at bay. :):
