Believe me
I'm just as lost as you
-Trapt

i walked into the house, towel draped over my shoulders, bangs hanging in front of my face, water drops falling from their tips. outside, the morning sun hid behind the clouds, while the rain continued to beat gently upon the earth, and the wind still carried the words i'd sung...

a warm touch on my cheek.
mom: you're as white and cold as ghost.
me: my blood doesnt have much life in it right now.