Who lets there couch cushion their fall
on rainy days?
When water darts across the street,
full of secrets,
slick with misery.
Curl into yourself.
Let the musty aroma
overwhelm you
fogging up your noes
letting your mind
fill with words
your body floating to never land.
Merely reading to read isn´t reading.
Live in the faraway lands -
live to shake hands with those who hold the key.
Perhaps,
winds will smack against your face as you run, run away,
your dress mocking the sun with its colors flowing around your waist.
Watch out.
There cries a silent hand, a plea for forgiveness.
The weight of the decision you don't have to make.
Where you are:
it is just a rainy day.
If only this feeling could stick.