Blue Window

When I see rain hitting a window, I see this world blurred. Same as when any one emotion overpowers the all others. Same as when I drink. As if the world I had known so calm became a vague recollection of this’ and thats. The feeling where rote knowledge becomes something else completely. The capriciousness of it all refreshes and rejuvenates this indelibly cloy world I see which in turn reignites the soul, preparing it for the next definitive reckoning, which inevitably gets washed again somewhere down the line.

Fuck the rain, I’ve never liked it.

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