she said "I'm praying for a thunderstorm"
sometimes the sound of someones voice pans in and out, like a song, coming and going from left and right until it resonates in your head. Maybe it's a sad song, or a slow roar, or maybe it's that lullaby you keep praying for that never comes until you stop looking for it. By now I think I'm about to cry so I wipe my eyes for a moment
"It's way too fucking cold."
a cover-up of words. everyone does it, me included. I don't smoke but the grey clouds keep making my eyes burn, on top of whatever tears that want to fall I can't concentrate. I don't have a drink in my hands, not that i'd need one. I just need to breathe-