Tag Archives: water

i can’t wish the rain to fall; i wish i could. falling rain is the best form of water; the most pure and the most honest. rain never lies; the sounds it utters are real. because i cannot wish the rain to fall; i lie. i bring my knees into my chest and sit for hours on end under the falling water of the shower. it’s not rain, but neither am i, and so unlike the rain, i can lie.