b l u e s k i e s a r e c o m i n g

you don't know why your crying. everything just seems a blur, like your walking through a thick fog. you miss your closest friend who is yet so far away. nothing seems to have a purpose, and who knows what you'll be doing next. where can, where should you be. you haven't found what you've been looking for, and needing to change. now talking to your talking to strangers, not your friends. but blue skies are coming

blue skies:

Noah and the whale- first days of spring