This flash of light was enough to light up the night sky and so was the pain. Isn't this supposed to be just a change in the seasons? You pulled on the brakes and shifted gear. They say that there is calm in the storm, but it's all the same standing in the eye of the hurricane and I wish I could tell you that I'M ******* SCARED. I cannot seek out the calm I used to hide in, I cannot piece together all the words you say, and all you are now to me is foreign. Tell me where I am to go. I cannot fathom how you are now miles away from these constellations; stars do not exist. If we did mean the world to each other, is this how it feels when the world splits down the middle? Was I your refuge and did I get too carried away looking for a roof of my own? These slates choke the hell out of me and I'M ******* SCARED. We are young, but time is not on our side. It might all end when it's time to leave so please just trust me when I say I couldn't trust myself. If these hurricanes were to sweep things away, tell me, who was thunder, and who was lightning?