perfect starry nights. sweet dreams. moon beams. a love that's warm. and bright.

the weather matches my mood. it's sunny then bleak then drizzling then humid. like a whirlwind of emotions, it surges to the highest point then drops down- kerplunk with glaring meanness.

i need to get away. and where i am running to is not my comfort zone. but i need to get there fast before it pours again.

it's a place where i have to take care of myself. where i have to pay my bills. where i just couldn't wear my heart on my sleeves. i think the place i'm headed for is called reality.

stupid weather.