• whentherainfalls 26w

    the moments of Now drip slow
    into the bottomless vessel of Tomorrow
    their portentous aroma fills our lungs
    and we know with certainty
    what brews so decrepit downstairs

    our bottomless vessel of Tomorrow
    too soon becomes filled to its rim
    and all that's left in our minds
    is the aftertaste of what it could've been

    • Caleb G. | Saturday, 24 July 2021 •