I always had the clouds to break.
I always had the rain to take a bit of blame for crying when the silver linings mirrored what it was here on the ground, always grey to blunt the jeers of daylight like some anesthetic evening born of cold condensed, and I had always pensive melancholy softening the edges in a fog to linger closely where it filtered all this sound. But now it’s blue cacophony and cables making voltage, and I’m holding on to what I knew of ashen skies today, the last remaining clouds a bit too close to all the glass and steal, splitting through the rooftops making clarity my pain.

#Melbourne #Australia

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