What we see isn’t always what it is, sometimes we create our own reality. We choose to see only the big picture and look over the importance of the details. But truth and reality can only be found in the details.

raining through the streets of my mind, a heavy downpour
uprooting, changing everything
pushing the debris of good sense past the empty alley of my worn subconscious
washing away the avenues of innocence
obstructing with fear the route I want to take
making me pull over and watch logic and reason pile up and get swept away
the rain continues to fall
EBB