Sometimes when it rains like this
I think that the world is crying,
not out of sorrow,
but out of pity for our insignificant lives.
Like it pities that even after we die it will just keep on spinning.
God I love the rain.
Damaged Goods
By Neat12Feet
Thoughts are ever changing, but every so often they find a way to form something a little deeper. And when th... More