As I sit here and watch the vertical objects.
Falling droplets.Cascading down...so beautiful like the sunset.Sad...as how wet, the tissue gets.Tears? Must be the...Window to the soul.Stare into a dark hole.Where the devil shines...if you've been sold.behine these burglar bars.see lightning. . .?frightening!electrifying.metal bars.human fingers. hands gripped.split second decision. from 3rd degree incinerating.frying.dying or..living...wiping the tears sitting.watching clouds spread apart.here comes the light. it ain't going anywhere without a fight.