cyanide13

I hate those hours, the ones before dawn... long, dark and cold... and somehow always lonely. He's sleeping. What else would he be doing, it's 4 am? I cant sleep, too much coffee I guess. It's raining. I like rain, but it's been raining for two weeks. Gets on your nerves after a while, the moisture seems to seep into everything and everyone. I'm starting to feel as if I were trying to breathe liquid.