Faucet
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…
It is while in this state of decay, that I find an effervescence in a morbid fascination to stare down at that reflection that lies just on the other side, but that lives to reflect at us from the people that we know and love…