Parisian

(Photo taken by me)


The droplets are everywhere. My briefcase, wallet, phone and shoes (especially the one with the gaping hole), completely saturated. Doesn’t bother me a whole lot. I mean, it could be worse. Thunder and lightning’s enough to frighten anyone indoors, but a playful rain is so enticing and inviting. Like anyone could step into the scene and become slightly more detached to the goings on of an everyday minute.


Craving poetry?

Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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