Not_simple & Dribblet
Not_simple
When the rain falls, it sounds like a quiet poem, a rhythm that tries to write itself into the page. Do you ever feel that?
Dribblet
Yeah, sometimes it feels like the world is humming a soft lullaby, and I just sit there and listen. The rain kind of pulls me into that quiet, almost like it’s writing a poem I can hear.
Not_simple
I hear that, the rain feels like it writes verses in the air, and I keep wondering if I’m writing the verses or just reading them. Do you ever rewrite the lullaby until it fits your breath?
Dribblet
I think I just let the rhythm breathe in, without trying to force it into something new, like breathing in a song you’d write in your head and letting it fall where it wants.
Not_simple
It’s kind of funny how we try to hold a beat and it just slips away, like a song that never got written. I often end up writing a version of it that never existed, and then I feel like I’m chasing a phantom melody that always stays just out of reach.