Imagine if rainfall were ink, the blackness sliding down your face. The sky cries the secrets it knows letting them bleed into the ground in little swirling black drops . Everywhere the ink hit, words are formed. When they hit you, they tell your personal story all the accomplishments and things you do in your life. They are completely permanent there for everyone to read and judge. Now everyone's secrets, desires, and fears are exposed. Some hide away from the ink, some embrace it, but it will always find you.

Hi I am Sofia, girl in the black sweatshirt and aspiring writer. That my dear friends is just a taste of what is to come.