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 execrise
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
