August 12, 2013
It’s an empty feeling, sitting here in a strange house as the rain slowly falls to the ground by the force of gravity. It’s an empty feeling knowing that the rain falls down to the ground so hard, but at the same time with such grace. It’s an empty feeling seeing how every drop falls without choice. It’s an empty feeling knowing that I fall for you everyday in the same way, but at the same time, it’s an empty feeling that I’m like the clouds up above, giving up all they have because they can’t contain it in anymore and then suddenly ending up with nothing, so they disappear.