Nati

Met a beautiful, messed up boy over the weekend: Natividad, Nati for short. :( as much as I dabble in the dark world, it is not my home. Not a place that I have to wake up when waking up is even done. He said, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" and it was all I could do not to cry as I held him.

The rain pours down harder, faster now. I'm just in from walking in it. It intimates the flow of feeling that has been constant in me for a month now that has flashed by me and I can scarcely recall its details.

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