I'm at my desk after having just propped open the front door; it started to sprinkle and I wanted to feel somehow closer to the rain (without having to get wet).
Storm clouds rolled in late last night... It's mostly pale and grey outside...a brisk morning. A beautiful storm.
On rare ocassion the sun pokes through the thick blanket of dust and moisture leaving a momentary beam of gold, it shimmers, but for a second, bringing to life the dull sidewalk...and though a heavenly sight, it couldn't appear more out of place on a day as this.
I'm flooded by feelings... a vast array of them... but not one, too intensley... I have not the words...
Motionless like a stone.
Watching clouds drift along.
Gently, slowly, East to West
every soul, encircling...
With eyes closed,
every breathe on hold
To feel the world revolve.
Spinning, turning, carelessly
moving along in apathy.
Time: the cars that pass me by.
Patiently I wait for rain,
to soak the streets
and wash away the pain...
Soggy trees will dip
burdened with ladened leaves,
and oily puddles will fade
like weathered dreams.
As the dry storm clouds
after giving away
will quietly float on...
every season must change.
Like you and I
and what we've become.
The room is freezing now...but I'm burning up inside.
I wrote a song for you, there's nothing left for me to do.
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Hauntingly beautiful.
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