Hopes and dreams went somewhere by themselves and got lost or locked out. Some people have the privilege of living a life illustrated with blue skies and unicorn-shaped rainbows, others don't. I question my choices everyday and pretty much dwell on memories as if we could repeat and restart the past. Here I am, by the window, waiting for the rain to finally arrive and wash my blues away, in tune with what I'm listening to. Coffee's gone lukewarm and I still can't decide what to cook. It's Saturday but it feels so much like a Sunday.