Rain sieved through my window screen, leaving clear freckles upon my cheeks.
The stars blanket the sun, but still flashes of white light up my room.
The sky roars and it cries as though it's fed up and the air rushes bitter down my side.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
Rain sieved through my window screen, leaving clear freckles upon my cheeks.
The stars blanket the sun, but still flashes of white light up my room.
The sky roars and it cries as though it's fed up and the air rushes bitter down my side.
