Hot and humid room in the mid of summer. The fan is running but does not seem to circulate any air. Probably there is not much air in the room. Moist, humid, heavy droplets of old memories has filled all the empty spaces in the room. The particles are so heavy , that its even difficult to breath. I think its time to open some windows , its time to let this heavy air dissolve itself into thin air or just cling so hard together that they cant be held together any more . Precipitate...to let themselves go as those cool droplets that touch your skin, drench your soul and melt you like a clay.... to be reformed again.... into a new mould. A new form, which takes shape in the presence of beaming sun, that gushes on you when you are growing, strengthening yourself in his light.
I am making a pitcher this time..after the rain, in the sun.
I need to learn to hold.
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