droplets by the window, more fallen by the wind. and i see the crack of dawn up against the breeze as the sky turns charcoal blue. but as the water hits you again as the plate switches to purple, paintings left in the sky, lavender skies that didn't know it's shining hidden sun. yet the moon in the exchange of the heating blazing fire, where the clouds resembled something of smoke, yet nothing without the ball of hope, stayed for a little while though the juxtaposition of the sea and the purple weather had no effect. As the watery clouds stayed, grew darker but stayed, to exemplify a new beginning. so it didn't matter if the sky was an ocean or violets, as they were just colors, not something sheer like the solace of the rain. yet natural, the sky changes but rain remains unchanged. as new stars always occurs in life, as it is full of deep, dark, scary, amazing picturesque change you didn't try hard enough, you can change, we all ...
