Words are struggling to get out in my system, I held back. But as the taste of rain endures while I breathe, knowing that I can only do this from a vast of drizzle that falls upon the earth, I extended my gasping until I felt these lungs burned. When the sun shows up I might not get any chance again and so I have to say it, I know I already said too much. This is just a single thing I am only good at, words...printing my thoughts and jotting down my perspective in so many ways I can make him hear and see it, I’m not certain. The rest, I often fail. Failed to make a good action out of what I think or to reason out of what I feel, I just k