We Are Now
that is fuckin animated rain what the hell
this is miyazaki rain, which means that every frame was hand-drawn
This is art,
Do you feel me in my fingers
when I run them through your hair?
I sail my lips across your shoulders,
Do you feel me there?
The times I look right through your eyes,
Then, can you see my soul?
Or do you need to hear my voice
to make my image whole?
I feel you in your everything
without the need to try,
but of my face, head, hands, or skin,
I ask you, where am “I”?