WATER DROPS ❋ Dayane Ramirez

Sometimes i feel like
thoughts or even emotions
are like drops of water
on the window of the bus
during the cold and sad pouring rain,
clear at day,
dark at night,
with the purpose to persist the direction
mother nature gave,
significant or not,
and
eventually be volatilized,
because life decided so,
causing a thick fog
on an unstable path
and making the mind not knowing where to go
but surely the good heart
broken
into pieces
on the watery pavement
like a night with drunk friends
after a breakup