sky & kim
The quiet shimmer of satellites blinking like misplaced stars, and the ceaseless churning of clouds—still rain, still storms, still that old, restless rhythm.
I watch it all, wondering when will it break—this endless cascade, this weight. They say rain cleanses, but what if it simply drowns?
Sometimes, I dream of a place where we both belong. Not here in the city, where the rain pools in cracks and stains the concrete. But a fleeting blaze of color that vanishes as quickly as it appears.
I watch it all, wondering when will it break—this endless cascade, this weight. They say rain cleanses, but what if it simply drowns?
Sometimes, I dream of a place where we both belong. Not here in the city, where the rain pools in cracks and stains the concrete. But a fleeting blaze of color that vanishes as quickly as it appears.
