rain

the rain reminds me of him.

the sun is mine though.
especially when its intense warmth hits my skin after being in my apartment for hours.
its like focusing on your breath; its a great way to know you are alive.

Uncle said I was missing a ghost.
someone who does not exist today.

i know he’s right.
thank god for the sun.

grateful slice: i’m not sure

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