rain

the veins drip down my window like teardrops flowing towards the soil.
carrying my life with them; erasing my life with each follicle of dust.
refresh the homepage, follow the hyperlink, open me in a new tab.
comical kamikaze calmly commits a con connecting concoctions of correlations.
eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one-twenty-eight, two-fifty-six.
choose your fate depending on the number of squares that paint your picture.
trumpets and guitars declare the uppity atmosphere i've embraced tonight.
sick and sad, what a way to sum it up; ill and depressed; done and done.
the skin on her shoulders is so sensual, but the tips of her fingers are so wonderful.
we're only individuals because of a slight difference in a vortex pattern smaller than imagination.
dialect and language; rhymes and rhythm; dreams and reality; love and hate, cliche and originality.
it's raining tonight...