From a distance in my room Rain drops. Form and. f a l l.. hit my window pane.. dot..dot dot.. drip.. drip.. drip.. the rain hits my window pane.. palm trees .. bring forth rustling sounds..lighting strikes.. i walk to the window press my index finger to glass and proceed to write S H O T U A R I I A N.. place a period at the end with a heart.. look toward my right shoulder and give it a look filled with endearment and press my lips towards my skin.. turn back to the window and stare..eyes glare.. i whisper in the air.. i miss you..contemplating in my mind, can you hear me. Can you configure that distance means nothing..and i haven't forgot or lost any...real is what this is...striving is a given, worrying is obsolete. Time passes by.. let the clock burn.. patiently waiting.... they say dreams do come true. And good things can last forever.. So our dreams will to.. i love you Ms.O'Brien..
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