pouring in like, the flame from a burning in hell. this feels so good, in my every living cell. the places i go, are like a roaring fire. this can't be put out, my long summers drought. feelings so dry, that I can not cry.
I can relate to this rather well. Alot of times I feel I have no tears left to cry after the downpoor over the last four years of my life. But the tears always seem to return, whether I like it or not. Well done cates.