As I walk down the pavement rain seeps into my skin I wonder if it will dissolve me if I let it - if only I could take it and dissolve it into myself - because in the cold biting wind I feel the edges of the world - suddenly sharp - at my fingertips my face (the parts of me I feel the most with) and I find myself absorbing soaking in the moment as much as I can before everything is dry again before reality before I find myself standing alone by the side of the road heavy with the weight of compounded tears - the burden the clouds release onto the earth.
