I was alone.
The wind was loud and the storm didn't know how to stop
I felt it in my soul
In the way I drink my cofee.
It was angry
Soft in a way I still couldn't undestend
Black, with no sugar
I don't like it
It make me feel like a little girl and I want to grow up
So I drink another cup of cofee
Because I know it makes me sick
But the rain felt sick too and I wanted to feel free.

My window has opened after my 3th cup
I wanted to go out
To go away
Anywhere
But I had my cup of cofee in...