I Love When…
Originally posted on Awkward Girl.:
It is raining
But I do not want to be inside
I want the water dripping down my fingers and falling from my nose
I want it blurring my vision and chilling the marrow of my bonesI should not be here
Not because I am forbidden
I am free to roam where the light is
But according to the others
Being here means I am sadThere is, I guess, a…