“I took my time, I hurried up. The choice...
can someone tell me why i’m crying uncontrollably
you stumble out the door to escape the storm and blindly stagger into the sunlight. your damp cheeks glisten and start to dry as your shaking shoulders slowly relax, and you turn your face up to the sky and give a tentative smile, feeling hope until your cheeks suddenly dampen; gray once again masking golden hues and gravity pulling raindrops from the clouds. desperate, you thrust open the door...