On rainy days I seem to find myself taking a small leap out of the bus, hoping my umbrella will catch the wind and take me far, far away from here.
I let my imagination tell me where I'll land next but my foot always reminds me that its just the slippery curb of cold concrete, nothing more and nothing less.
Its 3 A.M and all I have is the otters.
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