I park and watch the rain drops gather on my windshield, making my already blurry vision that much worse, this distortion of reality that brings me strange comfort. I do not wish to see the world too clearly reveling my illusion of safety that I feel as I watch the world get wet while I set dry inside, unmoved by the elements, I grip the wheel and wait for the rain to cease, if it ever will, these blue days, this mood I crave, to fee alive even in the midst of adversity, the knock on the hood, the tear of a planet, a day in the rain, safe and sound if only for the moment, all too blurry to fully make out.
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