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I wait for the rain to stop falling. In my mind it is an endless and tiresome wait with no end in sight. Not even the smallest hint that the clouds will break. A response is now not just wanted but needed.
A sign please. A sign of some sort of recognition and not just of the contempt resulting from unresolved feelings because I never hated for all that was unrequited. Why would you do that now with such decisive conclusiveness? The final chapter. The last days of the dinosaurs.
How about a verse, sentence, phrase or a word said or sung. How about an evaluation of one’s hand relative to the external and internal stimuli. It doesn’t have to be a premise of logic. Denying the truth with regard to the subject will never turn these clouds so that the darkest areas appear as the lightest and perhaps ending the rain..
