window cheeks.
i know i feel you, window.
when the rain drizzles down the
sleekness of your frame, you feel vulnerable
because you have no coverings.
nothing to cover those drizzles.
like my cheeks. you're the cheeks on my face.
my eyes, the rain clouds. pouring down liquids of emotions.
happy. maybe sad. maybe petrified. maybe lonely. maybe nothing at all.
but i know, we connect. window to cheek on a rainy day.
nothing to cover the drizzles that roll down my face.
but i am ok. and so are you.
