alone in the rain
I hold the dripping newspaper above my head
and wonder where I went wrong.
One girl free from everything
wandering the streets
not really caring what
HE thinks... or SHE thinks...
just happy to be...
comforted by the knowledge
that deep inside
she understands
what the world has offered her.
and to be without
is, most often
not being alone...
but being in better company
than another could provide.
Sometimes
Its hard to believe
even in things in plain view
even in things
we've seen and felt a million times.
But sometimes...
belief is not a good backdrop
for understanding.
Sometimes...
failure to believe
results in the ability
to get by alone.
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