rain in my hair

raindrops fall in my hair, but there is no rain in my head, to convince me that the driest spot is the place I just was. in the first, hardly remembered moment where you wake, i step through the door, and lock it closed behind me, i can still see the lights that predict closed eyes, to protect from the blinding, and nights that should’ve been wasted, were spent in the early mornings, where talk was exhausted until the sun crawled its way back up you watched as my eyes wandered to anything but your eyes, and in the most important of moments, you watched me lose myself to the split, splendor of recognition of the wonder of the number of people witnessing what is right in front of me, much of what I have seen has lead me back to you. to have someone waiting besides the red strings wrapping around us, to the most trivial times, where being, is stuck in the slide of the strings pooled, and a flash of words or the sweater that does not belong to me is able to pull, and push the fate that had never been able to be moved. there is a sense of proving existence to yourself, in a way you would’ve never thought. where you are living to prove the movies in your head aren’t invented, to be glad to be gone when the strings do win, even though you know they weren’t there at the start, dripping and dripping, until all sense of time is lost. until you come back, and realize exactly how much time was spent, looking into the past, where your body was already gone, the moment you lost sight. in another universe, where we aren’t created by the elements formed from the interiors of the universe, we wouldn’t exist in the consciousness of individuals, there is one world only, the one which we gave ourselves to and the loss of meaning, Unfolds with you.