From above,
it tumbles down.
From the ground,
it pushes up
a pulse,
a breath,
a surge of feeling.
Twist the handle,
and it moves,
alive,
through everything
ยฉ E n i s โ r
song: Rain – Ryuichi Sakamoto
The umbrella hides from what the faucet creates, both forgetting theyโre part of the same water.


and I have a pocketful of rainbows
