ii. there’s too little light & it’s trapped close to the ground, the underbelly of a cloud so vast you cannot see its shape, just breathe the grey in & exhale nothing (nothing). watch the rain fall in constant motion, each drop set in place, unmoving, still - a perfect illusion of time & life happening.
iii. I watched the reflections in shallow pools of water, black against the wet asphalt, black & covered in spashes of colour - a green, a red, a yellow. the shadow of my umbrella followed me closely, stepping in time to a song in my head, silent. I closed the door & left the world behind me. I opened it & the world did (not) exist.
да, иногда из меня вылезают стихи. английские. без (почти без) рифмы. будем считать это нелингвистическим упражнением.