are you there?

the lone streetlamp flickers spasmodically, like in that nursery rhyme we used to sing about the little star. but without the same innocence. it is bare and harsh, and illuminates in still images all the things we want to hide away. all the things we want to shove into a dark basement and forget.

but life doesn't let us forget does she? she's petty, and she knows when we've been bad or good... so be good for goodness sake

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i don't want to be noble. or brave. or strong.

i just want to be a child again.

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as the thunder roars
i barely hear you whisper through the rain
'i'm with you'...