Clouds, clouds is all I can see inside my head. They entered through my eyes and invaded my soul without my permission. I wish I could make them rain, because after that they would go away. They say that after the storm comes a rainbow. My rainbow is late, but it's okay, I'm not planning to go anywhere soon. I've decided to stay here, sitting under this greyish atmosphere, until my rainbow comes.

P.S- Come soon, cause I'm the impatient type of person. Thanks!