I wanted to send a picture of the sky tonight.
Cause I missed saying "look, how pretty!"
-  I miss saying those words to you.

But I didn't.
Even when the sky reminded me of you,
You no longer need to know.

And I miss you.

I never thought, I would crave a simple hello this much.

If you were mine, I don't know what I'd do,
But I'd do it.

At age six, my mother told me that dancing is not really for me. The ballerina in me died that day.

Age eight, I was told by my uncle that I shouldn't sing for other people. I never hummed eversince.

I held a guitar at age twelve, my brother told me "have you forgotten you can't sing?"

I  look like eight-shattered-dreams.

I trust that we know better now.
Break the cycle.

I'm a Libra, and I like rain.

Most times when I am asked why, I snap and say why not.

But really, it was raining the first time my mom trusted me to go to the grocery store alone. I got a banana and I was proud.

There was a storm when my mom decided to let us sleep in, miss school and cook us breakfast for the first time.

A thunderstorm echoed our neighborhood as my mom and I danced through radio and static. The outside was gloomy but we were happy.

So, when you ask me one more time why I like rain so much, I'd say just cause.