|Art's like a thing and I like it.|
A Walk in the RainA tight stride cools the burning rain and it steams into a painted smoke high above three generations of neon-lit streets. You've forgotten how you've left, how you've gotten this far but it's obvious--nothing could have stopped it. You were meant to travel down this alley. Because this alley was built for your longing feet, the edge in your pointed coat, the deep blues rock that echoes in every slanted stare. Yours too. It's in your eyes because your bones have learned to compose it on their own.A Walk in the Rain by ItsDeepCauseItsArt
You think it's habit up until you trip on the soaked curb and almost fall into the arms of supposed promiscuity. It's disguised but it's striking. You got carried away and that's okay--it happens, you happen. Remember, though, that it's a flash of a fitted leather on an alluring Friday night. You cooled the rain but it will always keep boiling.
Smoke isn't steam.
Pull the fleeing iron swirls close and kiss the seduced ash. It will blossom if you give it a chance. In that very alley, in that v