newly downloaded
continiously uploading
words that I ought to write
to friends, foes or atleast someone that exists
words that are created through a thirst
having a barren landscape within
one drop of water, still
keeps my words flowing

as a raindrop hits a window somewhere
it hurries downward
being filled by other drops
from behind
splits apart
but it will stop raining
the drop will seize to exist

I need to either keep finding rain
or stop writing

tomorrow a new week begins
calculations, logic and structures
rules to be followed
guidlines to be met
codes of conduct to be accordingly

but tonight
I am no intellect nor thinking man
I am just a fucking teardrop in midst of a rainy sunday...




© staxxx