That Morning

that morning started with a drizzle. each time the wind blew, it grew stronger and colder. each step taken was heavy with thoughts and contemplations. the sky was dull and grey, cold and numb. it all seemed surreal. a dream, no it isn’t. time to go. the door opened and there a figure stood with an umbrella. sure, the rain is still pouring. the hall is jammed with belongings. stuff and more stuff. not much was spoken of. a few exchanges of words and the stuff were taken care of. the stuff was heavy and the heart as well. but heart knows, this is for the better. and the step was already taken.

like the drizzles, i finally settled.

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