• windupbird_2110 24w


    A lonely morning, for he was waiting and wondering, but it started raining. Raindrops fell on the roof with a sound as if fighting, but which was evident of their gayness.
    The trees were swaying with the wind as if they had lost their senses, a wind that would destruct the world and drown it, though it was playing like a kid, piercing the sky.

    She stood right ahead of me, standing in the rain, water dripping from her hair, which made me realize that i would fight with the world to just stare at her.