drip, drop, drip, drop.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
the sounds of water is why i'm not dead.
the drops of rain hitting a leaf has saved my life.
a leak in a faucet has pulled me from my ledge.
the faintest reminder of greatness shakes me back to reality.
the mind tends to focus on thought very deeply in intense situations.
my mind focuses so hard, I float.
I dissipate into a world of emptiness.
a world of nothing.
until I hear it.
drip.
reality hits.
i'm back for now.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
drip, drop, drip, drop.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
the sounds of water is why i'm not dead.
the drops of rain hitting a leaf has saved my life.
a leak in a faucet has pulled me from my ledge.
the faintest reminder of greatness shakes me back to reality.
the mind tends to focus on thought very deeply in intense situations.
my mind focuses so hard, I float.
I dissipate into a world of emptiness.
a world of nothing.
until I hear it.
drip.
reality hits.
i'm back for now.
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