Almost whistling,
The sound of rain hitting cars.
Every car is yours to me.
Heart sinks,
Deeper, longer, heavier.
Triumphant depression dragging
through glass.
Perfectly imperfect regret and
it's lingering;
never changing.
Irrefutably stuck in a whirlwind of panic.
Anxiety stretches and covers the calm.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC