It is something that the sky cannot contain.
An overabundance of emotional particles, coming together.
It is a river slowly making its way down the curves of my face
A steady stream gushing through the waterfalls of my tear ducts.
They are waves crashing ashore, retreating then gathering and crashing again.
An unsteady chaos of splashes and unwanted wetness.
It is rain, droplets falling.
Sometimes like slumber sometimes like thunder.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC