Uncustomary Hiccups

Deranged extreme.

11.09.2006

Sunshine. 

I'm praying, praying for sunshine.
Even though I don't hold a god, don't hold a hope, I'm praying for the day that sun shines.
When it feels like the warmth will never stop, and all my days will be glazed with sunshine honey.
When I feel like my path is right and I have to wear my shades all the way down.
When the clouds move aside so I can see, see my way out of this world.
So I can drop my umbrella and skip and run every step of the way instead of fighting to keep what footholds that I have.
And I no longer have to pray, hope, and just know.
I'm praying, praying for sunshine.

I'm praying for you.
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