I hate rain
Make it difficult for me to breath,
even though, without a rain
I'm already dying gasping to breath
Yet, rain also my favorite day
It's a day where I can let out everything I held in,
outside my bedroom and bathroom that became my common place,
finally gazing at the world
coz' world also crying with me
YOU ARE READING
Ink & Paper
PoetryEvery thoughts, words, and feelings that I failed to said... It's all in this paper.
