Rain Cloud Blues

Depression has a way of absorbing me into clouds where I can pretend that someone sees something pretty in me... Obscure and ever changing, taking shapes to accommodate his cold fronts... Waiting for a jet engine to fall out my belly and crush him in his bedroom. Unexpectedly abrupt how the daydream interrupts.

Depression has a way of occupying my mind in possibilities which distract me from this reality of the mundane.

I am not a cloud. I am simply rain.

🌧️

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