Restlessness

I see the water drip on the grill of my open window. The sky is grey outside, foreboding more rain to come.

The day is dark. And wet. And windy.

The sound of a restless world makes its way up to me on the sixth floor. A world in motion. A world in decay.

And the incessant rain just keeps pouring. The motion, the noise, the rain drops. It is never ending.

The day is dark. And wet. And windy.

And I ask myself, “Am I looking outside, or within?”