stormy weather makes me a sad girl.
i dont want to leave my room.
i dont want to go to work.
i hate this weather.
i hate the cold.
i hate responsability.
i feel pretty lame.
theres an ambient twist on the way she sees the world from her window. as she sits and pours her thoughts to canvas, she bottles up what matters most. not for sale or resale, but for her closet shelf. she shows the world the face she wants to see but shoves her daily moods under the bed until she feels secure enough to explode. what she doesnt realize is that we all explode sometimes. she doesnt know. nor does she want to admit shes one of the rest to go through things she cannot change and will not express. its not all bad, the bad only comes out in silence and alone. shes more alone now than ever. but she wanted it this way. so heres a start.
i dont want to go to work.
i hate this weather.
i hate the cold.
i hate responsability.
i feel pretty lame.
theres an ambient twist on the way she sees the world from her window. as she sits and pours her thoughts to canvas, she bottles up what matters most. not for sale or resale, but for her closet shelf. she shows the world the face she wants to see but shoves her daily moods under the bed until she feels secure enough to explode. what she doesnt realize is that we all explode sometimes. she doesnt know. nor does she want to admit shes one of the rest to go through things she cannot change and will not express. its not all bad, the bad only comes out in silence and alone. shes more alone now than ever. but she wanted it this way. so heres a start.