Rain Of Joy

I love when clouds are watering us.
That bury me in my depressives thoughts.
I don't need to escape, I just want my body covered by this sane acid.

The radio is playing "Mamma Mia". Poor existence.

I'll now return to this wet universe.
I miss my friends.
I miss her too.

May I love you ? Without it life is empty of way, full of fear.

I am STIEG.

NB : No way.