feels like it's gonna stop raining soon. the sky will go back to normal: cornflower blue and birch white, cloudy bird's-down gray, that same off-white color that hits me so hard. i can feel it in my bones but deeper, closer— a bit inside my chest and sideways, something resembling my heart but without the rainy bits. it feels like flowers in the summer with the petals stone dry, pressed and flattened between pages; feels like the rain has gone away, run away to where the winds take it. feels like it'll be another drought with you gone away, dear, and i'll hate these clear blue skies.
i actually happen to really hate the sun. anyone else feeling some summer melancholy?