There is no pattern to the dew drops frozen solid on the outside of my window, and that might be a pattern I'm unaware of. Perhaps some inter dimensional object conformity of efficient aligning..or maybe they're mimicking some star coordinates I know not of, for this isn't the right window to send hidden codes―here I am safely huddled in the safehouse warmth of my home, thawing with each breath, staring at frozen dew drops, wondering if they resemble tears.
Wondering what have they ever seen? Did they form overnight on this window, did they birth right here, or are these raindrops from a cloud passing by, formed of lakes and rivers and angry steel factory fumes?
Frozen to an opaque white stubborn drip in suspended animation, destined to melt and gather imperceptible specks of helpless dust..these dew drops are a momentary object of all my love, while I dissolve and they defrost.
Wondering what have they ever seen? Did they form overnight on this window, did they birth right here, or are these raindrops from a cloud passing by, formed of lakes and rivers and angry steel factory fumes?
Frozen to an opaque white stubborn drip in suspended animation, destined to melt and gather imperceptible specks of helpless dust..these dew drops are a momentary object of all my love, while I dissolve and they defrost.
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