Thy-xin

Hearftfelt decay pushing me into days on end. I’m looking for a piece of my soul to spend as it’s raining outside. The clouds are making rain.   I watch them apart but whole. the apartment sang in air conditioned hums.   the carpet and rug embrace in a hug it’s dirty. I’m dirty. the rain will wash it all away. somewhere someone’s home is a mountain, trees mingling in oxygen fueled conversation no one is hurting everything there is alive. It’s always raining and washing the dirt From the driveway. I have to go. I’m alive. I’m alive. I am alive