its hard to describe what goes on in my head sometimes
The “droplet’s” are at it again, plotting, twisting and scraping threw my mind like so ancient echo with all the feel of an exotic rain forest. I can barely hear what they are saying now but historically it hasn’t be good. When I focus my attention towards the interference it seems to be a normal drip, but as I turn my gaze upon that of the laptop an unbelievable transformation takes place. They begin to take on new rhythm, mutters, whispers to the point of full conversation and sometimes unwittingly, I think the drops are me and I lose touch but find myself floating back after not too long. Will I ever find a way to turn this tap off, or is there anyone that’s got any mental rain coat advice because I’m sick of getting wet.