Smoking cigarettes in the rain.
It's days like this
I remember the faint murmurs
Of my past.
When i used to splash in the puddles
Not acknowledging my own
Slow heartbeat
Or the wakes of how everyone's
Existence can touch yours
In just a way
That it sends you into a
Catatonic realization
Into a vivid imagining of how things could be
But the fact that things are better the way they are.