Heavy, ominous lingering gray clouds that lurk before a storm.
There’s a moment in which these clouds appear as indecisive as any unfinished manuscript I’ve constructed at any point during the writing periods of my life. Their seemingly obscure position, for a brief moment, causes me to ponder on their nefarious presence and their true ultimate intentions.
Are they here to linger and leave? Are they here to open up to us? — to allow the precipitation they’ve held on to for as long as possible to wash the dryness away? Who sent them? How do they linger so perfectly…
I be writing about stuff. ✍🏾📝😊