December 2009
4 posts
Rainy Day
I am watching the sky drip with wetness from my desk, through my dirty window. And when I look up towards the light grey sky, which I’ve realized I so rarely do, I feel an overwhelming sense of my own microscopic existence. All the world is surrounded by this boundless foggy sky, and I am just a set of eyes peering upon it through a cloudy lens. My lips are parted and motionless, and from...
