It Rains a Thousand Times

I negotiate with my consciousness before falling asleep, hoping that it will stop active thoughts. He became more and more perverse and continued to shake off the frost of my memories. One day I fell with him. It must have rained thousands of times in my mind before the sea formed. But I am drowning in the sea and do not want to drown. In the sea, the wind and rain are swaying, the magnetic field suppresses the pointer, and you start to get lost. The flower language of the moon is the gravitational pull on the earth, the white tide and the night tide. Rotation and revolution change the direction of force. These are stories about regret.