First words

Its some day of the week. Lonely or not, it's wonderfull, it raining. empty streets, empty minds. Hope not empty words. I've made many plans, knowing I won't make them happen, but it's nice to have them. They are the one that hold me through the day - plans. They make me think on something nice, comfortable and relaxing. Sometimes I feel like nothing is real or important like happy things that exist in my head. If it's in my head then it is real for me. Would it be too weird to live for them?! Well, hope it'll rain some more because it's a nice rainbow watching over me.