Rain drags down the glass of a windowpane,
but you don’t notice. The only thing you see are your own eyes staring back steady as they hover in that transparent void, a glass prison that they’ve employed to ensure they’d never move again. Transfixed by the white noise falling around, your mind follows suit, sitting there so long about to take root on that worn-out window seat. You feel the noise tingle in your feet, but you stay. You never think how calming a rainy day actually is until you find yourself staring at blurred lights through streaks running down right in front of you. You are refreshed and renewed with each drop left-- a hypnotic cure the earth designed. You peer through the glass at the blurred edges of the world, dazed by how peaceful it is. You’ve realized now From your time sitting there you’ve never seen the world so clear. Those hazy edges have you cured.
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4/6/2023 06:58:29 pm
First time here at your blog and wanted to say i enjoyed reading this.
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