I often find myself feeling nostalgic
for something that I'm not sure has happened yet,
but it's raining behind my eyelids
and I hope that we can drown in the rain again
while those words become nothing but a numbing silence.
Because existing is too hard and loud
and we need more of the quiet things
no will dare to speak of.
It's raining upside down and this me isn't the same
as the me that you knew last year.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
I often find myself feeling nostalgic
for something that I'm not sure has happened yet,
but it's raining behind my eyelids
and I hope that we can drown in the rain again
while those words become nothing but a numbing silence.
Because existing is too hard and loud
and we need more of the quiet things
no will dare to speak of.
It's raining upside down and this me isn't the same
as the me that you knew last year.
