In the stifling heat of a torrid day in September, my eyes overflowing with a waterfall of rain peeled open to a vision of a new reality. I flinched for a second, reaching for solace in a moment of anxious reflection, but I poured from the heart, undoing the stitches of my emotions wired shut. In a way I was nothing more than a pomegranate seed, a crossword unfinished, dancing in the sunshower of a manic blip. My words were a thawing snowdrop, the strangest gift when your body dissolves and you\'re watery dew.
In a silent room I found myself lost, walking down streets alone. I heard voices but I didn\'t connect with then, a flow of traffic like thoughts placing themselves where my foot landed. I thought my eyes deceived me when it happened again, when the tides ran away with sleep, but the moment was true. The day was too warm. I sank into a ballads of prayers, praying for rain. Sun talons in my cloudy veins. I prayed for rain, but I couldn\'t see anything else but sun.