it falls from the sky, shedding
tears from heave above. provoking.
the tears hit me. such a
sensation on my skin leaving me limitless.
liquid trickles over my body, giving
me goosebumps and raising every hair it
I am now enveloped in a hydrated
cocoon and find myself using only my
sense of feeling, as in to touch.
attempting to grab the water, it being
entirely malleable, runs over and
until it drips off of me, plunging towards
it hits with a great velocity and plasters
the surrounding area.
I realize, just like poetry water
can not be stopped.
stories will never stop being told.
whispers will always be heard by those who are listening.
and dreams will never end.
a notebook piece by Mess.