Not Even the Rain

ahhhh, e.e. cummings at his finest!

ahhhh, e.e. cummings at his finest!

Flabbergasting.

I can remember my second year of college.  OCD was digesting my brain matter.  I was depressed.  I was so stressed that I’d make my jaw hurt so bad I’d need to hold a warm washcloth to it just to relax it.

For a class assignment, I re-read this poem.

And I started to sob.  It was that beautiful.

(You can read the entire thing here.)

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