It Will Try To Find You, No Matter Where You May Go
The light outside is a sickly yellow grey. It's been pouring all day, mixed with thunder. It's the kind of sky that conjures fear, and melancholy. Which is why I think this song is perfect.
I can't tell if the creeping darkness is actually night, or more storm.
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