So, when the summer winds came calling, I gave in. //caption// And , to think there was even a time when I loved the sunshine. Now, it's just rains and shadows. Overcast skies and darkened voids. The wind chimes don't sing anymore. It feels, as if all the air has been made to stop and it's all static now. In the buzz of chaotic misfits, I am my own kind of misfit. I could be sinking and drowning in my sorrows and let the rains win. I could be under the sun and still not feel the sunrays on my skin.
