the ******* lightning bolt at the top of this screen reminds me of you;
it is shaped like the one that at one point permanently resided on the skin of my wrist.
i used to worship you like you were actually the god of thunder and i sincerely thought that you would light up my storms with the most brilliant of light shows.
shortly after it came to my knowledge that lightning eventually has to hit something and cause clouds of smoke to obscure my pure rain.
i never forgave you for not controlling yourself.
you begged and begged for me to let you back into my grasp because lightning doesn't survive that well alone,
but i was too obsessed with how this newly found sunshine of mine managed to give me the most beautiful of light shows i have ever seen without ruining me the way you do.