.:pierce my ear-drums:. jay chou - fen lie
the clear skies dissipated as quickly as they might have formed.
in its place - dark, threatenin clouds. if one listened carefully, one might even hear Thunder booming.
it hurts to look out of the window.
it pierces my ear to listen to the soft thunderstorm.
reality is uncanny.
how can a dream be so directly connected to my life?
woke up with a startle.
woke up to mom crying.
it's jus like the [next-]scene-that-should-be in my dream.
i dont wish to elaborate; i jus needed an outlet to express my thoughts at this point.
-god bless my grandmama.-
the raindrops gain momentum.
the rain grows in intensity.
and the rain persists...
