creating constellations

drop

my inspiration is all over the place.
when i write i don't know whose face and whose words i am writing about,
maybe it's because in my mind,
i have reached a drought.

so i apologize if there's an absence of poems about starry eyes and night skies,
i am having trouble thinking clearly,
all my skies are cloudy but it just won't rain.

and i do miss the rain,
it felt so nice,
looking up at the cloudy sky is only making me more and more frustrated,
something could happen,
there's so many things to write about,
but not a single drop.

well,
until now,
just a little drop,
but for that drop,
i am eternally grateful.