/Read caption/ ...... For I'm drowning, and I don't know where to find you, anymore. It rained yesterday, the way you wanted it to be, back then. Once my neighbour told me, how the skies in the long distant lands are beautiful, More bluer than ever, and you said blue skies were your favorite, For they posses too much. But this city on most days have grey skies, wind swept roads and parched lips,
