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There is something different about the sky when its raining, and its 5 am. The car hums along the highway, the water splashing off it. Silence. Utter and complete silence. A mutual understanding of why this moment is different. I dont think I have seen rainfall so beautiful in my life. It was surreal, letting the hum and vibrations of the car lull me into a state of no where. I no longer felt burdened by responsibility. No longer felt like I needed to change. I was me. I was one with everything around me. And the world made sense. There where already deep puddles on the express way, flying around the car as it tore threw them. I think I will always use that feeling as a sort of muse.
Right now the sky is steel grey. Its raining, and by the looks of it, it might be chilly. It is my Poppys birthday today, so perhaps I shall go and buy him a gift. What it will be, I have no idea. But non the less.
I am going to do that now. I feel the need to get out of the house, and be in the open air.
Right now the sky is steel grey. Its raining, and by the looks of it, it might be chilly. It is my Poppys birthday today, so perhaps I shall go and buy him a gift. What it will be, I have no idea. But non the less.
I am going to do that now. I feel the need to get out of the house, and be in the open air.