Walk up to a table with a smile on my face,
"How are you?"
My hand mechanically scribes their order. My spirit isn't present.
My mind is cloudy and stormy but nothing is moving, no thunder yet.
I push my finger against the lemonade button.
My mind begins to shake,
Wind from the east begins to push in,
And the buckets of rain begin to weld up.
I try and keep the flood gates of my eyes strong, but the ghostly rain pushes and pushes. The wind captures my breath and my body begins to shake... gasping for air.
The storm and pounding rain that will cause the green lushis grass to grow has begun
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Walk up to a table with a smile on my face,
"How are you?"
My hand mechanically scribes their order. My spirit isn't present.
My mind is cloudy and stormy but nothing is moving, no thunder yet.
I push my finger against the lemonade button.
My mind begins to shake,
Wind from the east begins to push in,
And the buckets of rain begin to weld up.
I try and keep the flood gates of my eyes strong, but the ghostly rain pushes and pushes. The wind captures my breath and my body begins to shake... gasping for air.
The storm and pounding rain that will cause the green lushis grass to grow has begun