Quiet chair, Can you hear me Soft dry tears running down, down, down Wait. Rain pours gently, And so the outside becomes the In.
Tag: Rain
Impermanence
So I sit here moved by the world around me even while I lie still. And the only thing I can think of is: I'm here. Right now. This is me.
Circular, Cyclical, Cozy.
Like the feel of the matte soup cup too big to hold with nothing but the strongest four-tipped finger press Muffled sounds crescendoing to a cacophony of silence peaceful.
The Weeping
I remember moments I've had where spats of melancholy have come and gone, nothing as harsh as true sadness, but days, just days, sometimes hours where it's hard to go through the motions, and I empathized with the character.
Milkshake Thoughts 