curious-------

Cloudy cloudy day. It is so strange not to hear your voice for even one day. It is very strange.
Sometimes, curiosity does not only kill the rats, but it is also killing me. That’s it.

“Dear wind, fly me where I can find my amity. I don’t’ want to freeze under the rain. Let me chill myself on the clouds, playing with the son of the sun. I know that rainbow awaits me when the rain stops. “ 
--pinkblusher—