the deluded ones [#2]

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may 28th, 2017

the sky shivers, and the sounds of rumbling thunder echo.

you're afraid of the thunder; it's the one thing you're afraid of, and i wonder why. why does the sound scare you? why are you not afraid of the lightning that can strike the core of your heart and zap away all the life within you? why must it be the sound that calls out how far or how near the flashes are from here?

the storm invokes the memory again, the memory of him and her, not your her but the one existent in my life. i remember the words i spoke; i can taste the fear that took control of me that night when i cried myself to sleep out of loneliness and terror.

i say that it doesn't make me sad anymore, that it's just a nostalgic time. i say that i just remember it when a storm comes by, calling his name, her name, and mine. i only hear it when the wind whispers in my ear and sends me into the past that i live in too much for too long. i only feel it all when nature's power comes alive.

but i've always been able to lie easily when time is of necessity because sadness, it's different for everyone at times. it isn't always there, but some nights, there are thoughts and memories that coincide. you come alive, and it's not till you begin to cry that you realize it still hurts the same. the sadness, it faded, but it never left, at least not for me anyway.

memories are but stories that lay dormant till the time is right for the awakening.