There's something comforting about crying yourself to sleep with a storm raging outside your window.
The rain, your tears.
The howling wind, your sobs.
The thunder, your pounding heart.
Almost as if you're crying, so the world is crying with you.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
There's something comforting about crying yourself to sleep with a storm raging outside your window.
The rain, your tears.
The howling wind, your sobs.
The thunder, your pounding heart.
Almost as if you're crying, so the world is crying with you.
