pitter patter

its raining more often now. the rhythm of falling water droplets performing the function of gravity. the steady reminder of what IS that IS and will always BE. coffee seems to activate my tendency for resistance. its not a very pleasant feeling but then again, it also makes me perky (despite agitated). i'm awake but asleep. then we have the rain, persisting with the pitter-patter raindrops falling, infinitely crashing into the surface of the earth. its the universe poking you in the head, pushing the mind off the throne, managing to do just that - and more.

what is left but an empty seat. or a seated ghost. its casper, cute and friendly and on the side are his mischievous uncles. its a cartoon reality thats as light or serious as you wish it to be.