vanilla raindrops

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on fire when you're near me

i have to go to the hospital in a few minutes, get this other lump checked out. sleeping, waking. thoughts. it's too bright, i need rain and winter. why does it never last? i feel the thunder in the sky, i see the sky about to rain, and with the prairies i am calling out your name.

is it okay? is it okay?

omi's coming in january. walks through the woods in childhood, wild raspberries. coffee-smelling kitchen at four in the afternoon, rain patterns outside. hugging her, her laughter, her voice. so strong. so gentle. and i keep thinking, maybe she'll make me better. maybe with her, i'll be okay. maybe she'll make this house like austria, like gunther and his wife did. my mother and her mother, sitting around in the afternoons, talking over coffee in their round, melodic mountain dialect of german. oh i long for depth. oh i long for beauty. nostalgic for that faraway land, can't let myself totally feel the longing or i'll break, i'll break here in the californian wasteland.

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