Rocked by thunder.
A light that nearly blinded me,
over much to quickly.
Just a flash that passed me,
During a night that we only refer to as a blur.
Early in the morning I slip from the clouds of the storm,  
making the small leap home.
Where I bath in my bittersweet guilty pleasure.
So aware of the rain and mud that won’t clean off,
chuckling to myself,
“it shouldn’t have been that much fun.”
Sobriety and insanity had a wonderful balance that night.
As we stole stars from the sky,
ran from the upset nature,
while playing in the sky’s tears over her lost friends.
There was splendor in all her rage.
There was a beauty in her pain.