Another rain and everything comes like slow motion. She never likes coffee, nor hanging in a coffee shop. She writes, you talks. He sings, you laugh. There is a time that she draws a line to things she wants to keep distance to. There is a place he wants to keep for himself, or for other fools to be drools by its beauty. There is.
Another lines, and another lies. Yet the rain is still pouring heavily. Bringing strangers to be a close friend. Bringing distance to be an enemy.
Yesterday, love was still an easy game to play. For those longing to be needed, you are loved. Home is where the earth stands, home is where the star is far, and home is here. You don’t need to seek love, love. You have plenty of it already.