unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

Month: September, 2015


raindrops sprinkle the leaves overhead,
and stream the asphalt with puddles.
they playfully slide down your umbrella
and throw careful splashes away from me.

I stole a glance, and saw your left shoulder drenched. 



“And so the grasses, they grow- oblivious to your departure. I sprinkle water over the pots and yet they wither.”