the gloomy sunday
Judging from the daylight outside, I was taken aback. I could not even barely make a move out from my bed. Lying there. Staying there. Wishing things did not change.
Last night, the pitch black dark sky was lighten by the sheer lightning behind. I was simply wished for the rain and thunderstorm to come by. The whole Sunday ended up hot and yet, I felt it was gloomy. Nothing much particular.
Gloomy Sunday
Will it rain tonight? Let it rain, let it rain.
“There’s a difference between truth and fiction. Fiction has to make sense.”
The International (2009)
Wilhelm Wexler(Armin Mueller-Stahl)
I know I do not make sense most of the time. Sometimes, it might be too good to be true. Why not give a chance to the other and take it for what it is? It might not be smooth ride all the way. Some said that you never get any luck along the way because you have been saving it for the big thing.
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