or Whatever..

I am sick of the rain.
I wish for sunshine, in every sense of the word
(in every sense of the World, Haiti).
Its rains.
The sun peeks out long enough to reassure you of its existence.
I miss the Sun's smile.
Hit me Sun...HIT ME

Eww

Perversion may be the last resort. People are getting bold. People have been bold. But it hit home. It hit my mom. Trife. Dont ner confuse, I'm no friend to you.