Friday, August 20

Life Angel

i woke up to the sounds and smells of rain this morning. i like it when it's friday and raining, and cold. i snuggled under the plush and comfy comforter that i could barely drag myself out for a bath. washed by the heavy rain, the grass on the lawn looks greener, and happier. they must've been longing for the fresh beads that ran down from the clouds.

my nights were spent wandering around moon and stars. i drew lines of dreams in a shape of a rainbow. it was hazy. the dreams i drew. i miss being 17 when i was very focused that i could see where i stand for the next 2 or 3 years. i've been thinking of what happened to me. or what has changed me.

and i couldn't find a rigid answer.