Hazed day dreaming, and I'm hiding inside these clouds.
Drenched in dancing precipitation as I'm singing through
the downpour. Faithful tones that slide through your
fingers and snake toward blistering saturated pavements.
Falsetto left unsang as we fade into the
backdrop of silence and uncertainty.
Closed eyes showing romance through
imaginative figments of light. Filtered in
brightness; clamp those eyelids and let
the mascara blur so it all just dissipates.
Scattered as they splatter. Vanished as a moment in time.




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