rainy day

rain. i remember running through it with someone so we didnt get soaked, now i just walk. it reminds me of the number 81. It reminds me of wondering the cobblestone streets of munich alone. It reminds me of going south. I remember staring at it falling through a street light. Today, its raining. and i cannot remember anything. there is nothing left to remember. Now, the rain is about washing me away. and soon it will. it will. I need to be washed away