plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain

Nobody knows we were meant to arrive in somebody else’s life for reasons so obscure we speculate, and plunge into the same mistakes, putting a name, a cause, a title, a status allowing them to stay. I’m listening to your favourite overrated songs; button sunken from the days you’d hit replay. Plugged into my iPodContinue reading “plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain”