I am rushed inside, away from the storms that call out
I look out the window, pressing my hand against the cold glass
I rise and wander out the door
Onto the black boulevard
Do you take the time to notice how the rain cleanses the cracked, crumbling street?
I close my eyes
Inhale deeply
And fall to the pavement
Let it
Drench me
Strip me bare
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am rushed inside, away from the storms that call out
I look out the window, pressing my hand against the cold glass
I rise and wander out the door
Onto the black boulevard
Do you take the time to notice how the rain cleanses the cracked, crumbling street?
I close my eyes
Inhale deeply
And fall to the pavement
Let it
Drench me
Strip me bare
