people continue to not surprise me. they haven't changed much, though i've ascended chronologically. now I observe clinically and detached, once I did not.
am dying for some rain...think it did, in the middle of the night. can smell the remains in the wind blowing.
A Study In Red - Grey
Red balloon in a grey sky
Floating to meet the winds
Rain, no rain
Where do the clouds melt to?
Tempt and mock my heart
I wait to taste the rain on me.
song playing in head - 'i'm a rock'