moisture

a dreary, wet-without-rain day rests stagnantly on passing shoulders.
pedestrians move through the moist air with a sleepiness only the sun can cure.
gray lyrics fade in and out of thoughts, and fog consumes the horizon.

thoughts trickle down as dense air does, condensing to a liquid too heavy to float, sliding down still panes of glass.

thick days like these make the future hard to breathe in.