it's 4:49 am.
i should be sleeping,
but the thunder outside
is insisting i pry my eyes open.

my dog is terrified of thunder.
he's a rescue animal, so we don't know why.
all i know is that every storm i hold him
as he cries and shakes like a leaf.

everyone has their storm,
as solid as they may seem.
even the strongest of people have moments
that make them vulnerable.

when someone opens up to you,
you can either help them with their storm
or use it against them.
i always comfort them.

people ruin things you really used to love,
don't they?
not everyone has the best intentions.
they don't want to see you succeed.

and it's sad that out of all the emotions
they could have,
spite and jealousy is what they
choose to feel.

i'm rambling now, sorry.
being awake at 4:49 am means
my mind is always in a deep place.
it's hard to not think about the pain in the world.

it's 5:05 am now.
i think i'm going to go to sleep.