The sky darkens…

the veil of the day lowers itself unto the sea of civilization… should rain fall, our waters will become stirred…

we are wet but what if anything has been washed away… ?

should we find likeness in the substance that will inevitably touch us or flee in various directions just to save our appearance…

what is it that we see and what we sense that leaves us so disconnected… the very nature of everything drowned out by the flooding of everyday life, soaked stone and concrete fills the air with the aroma of synthetics… we long for petrichor… the very root for the design of life… if I’m wet I am washed so are you… nothing man made separates us and everything natural attracts us… so I gladly stand in the rain…

stand with me…

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