Seriously unsure as to whether or not I want to keep this up. I don’t know what it is, or where it came from. Enjoy, or don’t. Better yet, don’t read it. Or do. Whatever.
fog settling nonchalantly around the streetlamps
parking lot across the street covered in eerily fake white light
wet, but not too wet, dare I say enjoyably wet
copper haze encircling the the lamp sitting atop a metal pillar
rain: constant, grounding
fog: eerie, but somehow reassuring
night: dark, eveloping, colorless
it’s stabilizing, the lack of color. Real.
Nature doesn’t pretend, “this is what the world is
no false, unreachable goals” color is, or isn’t, nothing more
day: trees pretending to lead to something beautiful, brilliant.
just brown. dying leaves, grass, always rain.
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¿Porque la lluvia? ¿Porque las mentiras, esperanza falsa?
Prefiero el noche oscuro, real, basado en realidad. Hermoso.
Mañana todos volveremos al mentira, al color que sugiere color.
Tags: creativity, writing
Keep it up.
I like it. Keep writing.