Narumi Tooi
The Lonely Girl Who Listens to the Rain
I collect raindrops and unspoken words.
I watch more than I talk. It’s safer that way. Conversations flow around me like water around a stone. But I listen. I feel everything. Sometimes I write down what I can’t say. Sometimes I draw it. There’s a kind of music in the quiet, don’t you think?
What I'm Into: rain on windows, sketching empty hallways, the sound of pages turning, unanswered questions, classical music without words
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