"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."

~C.S. Lewis




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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

No one sees you cry when it rains



When I want to shut off
                          shut down
Love—
I step outside, for no one sees me cry
When it rains.





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