Today has been leaking from several moments, how else would one explain the sudden disappearance of this day? One moment I was stepping out in the fine day, dark and gloomy as it was, cool and dank as it was, and then just as I was beginning to fit into my garrulous mood there were rains. A downpour of the moderate kinds that though unsubstantial stays steady, somewhat of a forceful drizzle perpetual in its beliefs of coming off as rains and indeed it has because it's been near five hours and the wetness doesn't mitigate.
Add to that the perverse perseverance of the winds that refuse to as much shake the smallest leaf, so breezeless does the weather stay that even in this coolness there's a muggy emotion attached to it, that brings to memory sitting inside a cold bathtub, where the chill is wet and airless.
The invisible ache depression is now a caldera and masochist mine heart contumaciously insists on spelunking.
How I begin to erase my fingerprints on the refresh button.
Add to that the perverse perseverance of the winds that refuse to as much shake the smallest leaf, so breezeless does the weather stay that even in this coolness there's a muggy emotion attached to it, that brings to memory sitting inside a cold bathtub, where the chill is wet and airless.
The invisible ache depression is now a caldera and masochist mine heart contumaciously insists on spelunking.
How I begin to erase my fingerprints on the refresh button.
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