all it ever does is rain

all it ever does is rain. all i ever do is wait.

it's that achey feeling in the bottom of your stomach teamed with the achey feeling at the top of your head. it happens in both continents. it's pulling your hair out strand by strand, faster each time. it's moving your feet to feel something, anything. it's talking to yourself to pass some time. it's taking you to the bus stop and saying goodbye, and it's the white that follows.