It was a perfect day.
Clear skies, bright sun, perfect weather.
No one would've said
that it was going to be ruined like that.
I'm sorry.
My head is messy.
I love sleeping under the perfect sun,
but is not like that inside my brain.
I've got a thunderstorm every night,
fog every morning
and rain in the afternoon, not a cool, calm rain,
more like a heavy, windy, cold and piercing rain,
the one that feels like it's about to hail.
So my sky is a fucking mess.
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