Rain ♥

I love the cold.

I love the rain, I love its incessant pitter patter and the damp, slightly musty scent that follows it.

The struggle from shelter to vulnerability. Nothing can really be more exciting in a dull day than one filled with a small adventure.

A tiny adventure. An adventure that is only noticable when you see your shoes are soaked, your hair frizzy.

But isn't that the fun in it?

Oh, I want to leave California and move to Seattle...

Because.

Because I don't trust, because I don't fear, but mainly because I don't care.

I don't care about what you think.

But I think someone needs to hear.

I think, mainly, I want to hear. I want to hear myself, 20 years from now. When I'm thoroughly botox-ed up and on a laser surgery high. I'll want to hear myself.

And.

How I was.