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Apr 2013 · 502
Along came the rain
Giovanna Becerra Apr 2013
Crash rolls the thunder in the echoes of my mind.
The rain drips against the memories long forgotten, and
beckons them once more, painting them anew.

This is not the noisy nasty thunder storm that frightens; but the one that plays softly in the background as you lay asleep in your bed.

This is the storm that kisses the blooming flowers, the storm that dances gently on the sea, the storm that whispers to you a lullaby of  beautiful innocence.

And as I look outside my window, the storm in my mind and the one that is outside come finally together as one.
Giovanna Becerra Apr 2013
People say they relate to your problems, but instead of seeking their comfort you just push them away. It's funny how when you want to be alone, is the time when you need people the most.

Confusion is so dizzying, you feel lost and helpless, you feel the weight of the world crash around you, louder than thunder and stronger than the tide.

You feel useless and helpless; you are nothing more than a broken toy cast in the corner.
Few really truly care for the lost and scared.
You are smart and bright and beautiful but no one really notices.
In the end of the day we are all diminished to numbers, scores, gpas, grades.

Sometimes I feel people don’t really care for the person  or the individual and the world has become so mechanical and cold; yet people wonder where all the love in the world has really gone. Love is when you see past the imperfections, the mistakes.

As people we strive for the best but when you fall you are just seen as weak and you are trying to get back to a place where you can confirm to yourself that you are worth something.

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