I dunno why I make these?

I've been in a super good mood recently and it's pretty great, because usually I go for a long period of time without that. Tonight I feel especially joyful for unknown reasons. Anyways, onto some little small town things again. I don't know if people actually read them, or like them but I do it anyways.

Nobody uses umbrellas, not because they enjoy the rain, but because it whispers secrets. Shhhh.

You hear the frogs, the cars, and the wind, but you hear the nights you hear nothing but your blood rushing and clockwork heartbeat.

Don't read the books in the restricted section of the library. Librarians are dangerous predators that know how to hunt.

(That moment when heartbeat auto-corrects into CHICKEN.)