It’s pouring…
You sit in the comfort of a body aching, stretching itself across the living waking.
Asking for things to come tires the eyes weary of not seeing the fleeting breath to be seen.
It comes down hard sometimes in huge pellets of undefined weight, shooting like vanishing stars onto an endless void.
The sigh carries and for its fainting dance moves along effortlessly.
One drop. One place. One endless moment frozen in its place.
Should it be the case? Should it marry this embrace?
No, comes to mind tired and angry at the question of any of its kind.
It’s pouring, and maybe this one time, drenched in its fury calms its duty to be soaked head to toe, feeling the weight and dying endlessly in its wake.
One drop comes. One drop goes. And pouring as such, it gracefully flows…
Until the next 🤍 beat ~.~.~
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