Jul 2018
Storm
I can tell you so many things about the world and what I’ve seen. What I’ve done. What’s happened to me.
But there’s something I think we can all relate to. When you find a person, that in reality they tell you they’re no good for you. You’ll just get hurt.
But it’s like waking up in the morning after staying up till three. And not feeling tired
It’s like taking the first good drink of coffee after you haven’t had any for a while.
It’s like this calm painted over picture with a glorious sunset and the waves cresting and rising. The clouds stained with colors that you didn’t even know could mix together and create something new.
It’s like falling out of an airplane and instead of feeling fear you just can’t stop thinking about the wind rushing in your ears touching your face. Your heart in your throat your stomach trying to join it. And you know that it could go wrong the parachute could fail and you’d just be falling. Knowing that you may very well end up dead.
A splat of blood and organs with tiny shreds of bone on the pavement. But at least you died with this weird feeling. This feeling of total happiness and calm. But the same time you’re scared as ****.
Sometimes when they’re with you it’s this huge really really huge wave. And all you wanna do is fix whatever you did that day. But they just give you this look of disappointment and walk away.
It’s like when you’d jump off the swings when you were smaller and you’d hit the ground. And you got that weird sometimes painful feeling where it felt like you would never breathe again. But then this relief hits you and suddenly you’re gulping down air like an alcoholic chugs down three bottles of whiskey.
Sometimes it’s the violent roaring storm that’s like an untamable saber tooth. You’re being tossed around and shredded apart like this beast was planted in your heart and now it’s awoken and wants to be freed. The worst of these storms are when everything is ok. And then suddenly they just snap and start fighting with you.
And it just leaves this hollow feeling like this isn’t what you expected. But these storms are never what you thought or expected.
They’re a smashed up *** of porcelain shards. They’re beautiful and lovely to look at. But then you’re pushed into it and someone closes the lid and starts shaking it up. And you’re being bitten all over cut into you’re bleeding everywhere. And you just want this hell to end and when it seems like it’s climaxing and getting to the height of it.
It just stops and the person who threw you in there is looking down at you all concerned. And you’re so ******* happy to see them and you get up even though it hurts and you’re still being stabbed by these harsh unforgiving shards. But suddenly They just push you back down and put the lid back on and keep doing it.
Like you didn’t suffer enough.
That is a storm. Violent but soft to the touch and a beautiful thing that can break you and then remake you over and over again.
That is the storm entirely unexpected and not what you thought you’d get.
I can tell you so many things about the world and what I’ve seen. What I’ve done. What’s happened to me.
But there’s something I think we can all relate to. When you find a person, that in reality they tell you they’re no good for you. You’ll just get hurt.
But it’s like waking up in the morning after staying up till three. And not feeling tired
It’s like taking the first good drink of coffee after you haven’t had any for a while.
It’s like this calm painted over picture with a glorious sunset and the waves cresting and rising. The clouds stained with colors that you didn’t even know could mix together and create something new.
It’s like falling out of an airplane and instead of feeling fear you just can’t stop thinking about the wind rushing in your ears touching your face. Your heart in your throat your stomach trying to join it. And you know that it could go wrong the parachute could fail and you’d just be falling. Knowing that you may very well end up dead.
A splat of blood and organs with tiny shreds of bone on the pavement. But at least you died with this weird feeling. This feeling of total happiness and calm. But the same time you’re scared as ****.
Sometimes when they’re with you it’s this huge really really huge wave. And all you wanna do is fix whatever you did that day. But they just give you this look of disappointment and walk away.
It’s like when you’d jump off the swings when you were smaller and you’d hit the ground. And you got that weird sometimes painful feeling where it felt like you would never breathe again. But then this relief hits you and suddenly you’re gulping down air like an alcoholic chugs down three bottles of whiskey.
Sometimes it’s the violent roaring storm that’s like an untamable saber tooth. You’re being tossed around and shredded apart like this beast was planted in your heart and now it’s awoken and wants to be freed. The worst of these storms are when everything is ok. And then suddenly they just snap and start fighting with you.
And it just leaves this hollow feeling like this isn’t what you expected. But these storms are never what you thought or expected.
They’re a smashed up *** of porcelain shards. They’re beautiful and lovely to look at. But then you’re pushed into it and someone closes the lid and starts shaking it up. And you’re being bitten all over cut into you’re bleeding everywhere. And you just want this hell to end and when it seems like it’s climaxing and getting to the height of it.
It just stops and the person who threw you in there is looking down at you all concerned. And you’re so ******* happy to see them and you get up even though it hurts and you’re still being stabbed by these harsh unforgiving shards. But suddenly They just push you back down and put the lid back on and keep doing it.
Like you didn’t suffer enough.
That is a storm. Violent but soft to the touch and a beautiful thing that can break you and then remake you over and over again.
That is the storm entirely unexpected and not what you thought you’d get.
