I always knew that lightning could split the sky as the world stared calmly at all that lies inside distraction. That just a touch from the strongest hands takes the breath away from all that has been written on the edges of thoughts of satisfaction.
I have always felt the shadows of the night even though they were hidden from the innocence of my caring view. They are just as bold in the morning like silvery crystals flying by sweet lovers as glints fading into a powerless time we once pursued.
Constant tears have been inches apart from the concern felt for foolish reasons, when what is unknown is revealed. Moreover, I have always known that anguish is felt by beating hearts when everything carried on their cufflinks silently cries not to be real.
However, I did not know that lightning is arranged in wild waves we feel in our sleep, as it does not strike disturbingly. Nor, that the shadows of the night can come unmasked to trace its fingers as an exhale across hearts with destinations unknown to me.