20 July 2012
Every time I'm beaten, I'm bruised, we've broken ties; I cannot bear sunny days, Or cerulean clear blue skies.
Every time I need it, I'm sore, I'm hurt, we're done; It's there to always greet me, It knows it's where I'll run.
If you're out there shouting, I'm scared to face the day, It will wait: a warm cascade- In its patient, loving way.
No matter how I'm treated, No matter where we are, The water in the shower's there, To make sure I don't scar.
...Unless the electricity is off. That's a bitch.
Reassurance. • Opuss № I