Rain rain, come to me
Crash on my front window please?
Take away a sunny day
So I don't go outside to play
Let me rot inside my house
And I won't run around and pout
I don't want to go anywhere when the weather describes me so perfectly.
It's so windy and out of control yet it knows what it's doing.
I'm just so lost but I know where I am.
I'm alone and it's exciting. I can't understand why I'm here and I can't talk to you about anything at all because it wouldn't make sense outside of my head.
And even if it did, it wouldn't make sense to you.
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
2 comments:
It is actualy funny to think about, how much alike the weather is always to my mood.. Ok nto always but usualy...
and I kno exactly what you mean by the whole,, it makes sense in my head, but outside of it it sounds just loopy...I hate that..
this made sense. you could talk to me, it'll make sense i swear! but yesterday WAS gloomy, everybody was sick at the same time and the weather was all mean and angry at us for not being outside, the weather was sad, too. ):
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