So it’s the night of Christmas Day and it’s raining outside and I felt like writing so I did. Shout out to Real Friend’s album I guess for the title of this piece!
the distant hush of pouring rain is like this drone inside my mind, pushed behind the curtains of my eyes so it cannot be seen. It’s like a kind of behind-the-scenes drama, a deleted scene – unknown to an audience but real, very real. often the curtains are black out and no one can see in. sometimes you can peek through if you look hard enough. in the daylight perhaps it seems there are no curtains at all.
this house may be drowning or there may be a drought. don’t let me close these curtains around your world. I don’t know if I can open them myself.