have you ever felt like your words were rain
like they were meant for only the thirstiest souls
and as soon as you opened your mouth, you began the search
which turned into a realization -
every single person needs water
including you
sometimes one single cup is enough
(those sporadic moments spent with strangers you'll never see again)
others demand more
time be the gauge
as for those you're in constant contact with
well, measure infinity
if (and only if) it is so, what you're pouring out can only be what you've taken in
these two are one and the same
well, we must be in a drought