A man stands outside in the rain

In front of him is a pale window

He looks in, through the dirty glass

Drops of water glide down on the surface separating the worlds

He sees ants walking on two legs, talking about art and business plans

The man cries, he often cries in public when it rains

He’s afraid the pressure will crush him

When the horror comes, it always feels like the world goes away and he’s locked inside of himself

Constant thoughts of death comfort and scare him

The rain reminds him of his bloody hand firing a bazooka in military exercise

He shot a practice rocket, just like a real rocket, but without substance

He sees practice rockets coming out of a shopping center

I wish it rained harder

Run rocket ants

I will stand alone again when the streets are empty

Looking in from the windows

Close the curtains, I see through them