Cold, long, starry nights;
Sad, pretty clouds-
Shedding warm tears.

During the storm, the drops of rain rage down unto the ground in a barrage of catharsis, discharging all the sadness retained and giving it a new perspective: It's something beautiful.

All the thunder that roared through the storm, and the lightning that terrified in those moments of calmness, they're now different.

After the downpour of tears throughout our being, we can learn something beautiful about sadness: It helps.

It allows us to reflect on our life and each of its moments (good or bad); it allows us to better understand ourselves when the world falls; and teaches us that true beauty lies within understanding.

Admire the simple;
Appreciate the absurd;
  And rejoice in thinking.

In the wind it sways;
beautiful, white petals that
flow; kindly kissing;
blooming in the heart passionate
love that ignites lost feelings.

The entire room swirls violently,
My eyes follow accordingly: around and around,
They're not sound from all this hounding and, also,
My mind is ragged; torn apart from reality;
It's all a blur from which,
I find myself nauseous in my bed.

Nauseous:
Intoxicated by all the ingested foulness,
Which mauls my stomach without mercy,
For the shy prey;
It'll ravage all that peacefully opposes.
Now, stabbed by roses they'll be; and bleed they shall.

Puckered lips, dry mouth;
The halls are clear for the blitz to come,
Imposing, it hums a dreaded melody,
Referencing the glum future that awaits.

Meltdown:
Everything is on a breakdown;
The swirls become whirlpools, ******* my consciousness out;
The assault from inside runs rampant;
The down has sung, I'd say, and
I'm feeling nauseous, and it's no wonder why:
I swam too much in rotten waters, and they drowned me whole.

And now,
In a hole I'm perishing,
Vomiting and twirling impetuously,
Suffering eternally from all this disgusting uglyness.

If I were to live, truly live, I'd passionately comply to
Acknowledge every flower in my path, with their torns or not;
Appreciate their simplicity and beauty that drips uncontrollably;
And admire all their fine details: From the smell that fills me till I suffocate,
To their color that infatuates me,
And gently brushes my soul,
Leaving me oh so entangled
In so much beauty, in so much perfection.

Non-existence,
Plagues my soul,
And my mind seems dead.

Muted sky, clear drops:
Mellow lullaby falls-
Soothing to the soul.

Oh, sapphire heaven,
   so azure, so playful with the
   vivid foliage
       you are, that I have fallen
     flat by your dazzling looks.