#always rain

[storiavitali]

Flora Familiar

I dreamt of you again, no less gilded in the garden, your hunger for the light, streaks of conscience raged anew. Expired on the friday, awakened saturday, a concept, cloudage bold, hid you fully, nonplussed by the tropical earth. In its vastness felt beleaguered, let down slow with gravity's pull, glades of origin quick to fathom, prone to virtues of the moon.

[storiavitali]

Reflections on a narrative

A pause in the abysmal static. What does it mean when she hesitates, flails her arms wildly at the riddle of a sky devoid of sun yet burdened with violence. Desire: a pale face to the pushy moon's persistence. Bloodless as the former, unresolved in cosmic dust.

[storiavitali]

Insufflate

Some words are abandoned Cast to the side Of the angry troposphere Everything is careful Trees, rain, a weakened sun I say your name Relief wells in my throat I stand up straighter The earth snores steady Relentless adaptation And with its slumber So goes my heart

[lesbians4armand]

the stereotype that it always rains in england except its true and it’s raining rn

[clingingtoacloud]

[christoferf]

Malmö

Möllevångstorget, Malmö, Sweden

[storiavitali]

Darkness nods heavily in agreement with the perforating day Earth barely perceives her light through the steady unwelcome downpour Peeking through the drapes, no glint of hope for a cease to this tornadic immortal deluge Banana tree leaves hold little etiquette once strewn across the commiserating green Swells of fluid anger inundate the tropical horizon of another blue-gray haze

[storiavitali]

I am constantly switching from heels to trainers back to heels to avoid getting them wet. What is a girl to do?