It's 2.22 am when I started to write this post (anyway 2 am had been my favourite hour)
almost raining with some lightning
the scent of the rain always brings back some story
don't you think the same people?
home, November, hatred, passion, Mom's lullaby, early prayers
I do always love this kind of feeling
rain and lightning
had some story to learn even when they come together
got the brain to leak untold memories
this universe always amazed me by its power to make people sense even the ordinary is a part of the miracle
