Random Writes

Eye of The Storm

My hair gently blows back from the forceful wind of the storm. Cold drops hit my head as I lean over the railing of the front porch. I feel what I'm going through is similar to the storm. It is so unpredictable it's terrifying. I knew it was coming but I didn't know the extent of what it involved. It's like that with people. You let them in and they destroy you. Tear you limb from limb until you feel like your nothing of a person. Just a shell that somehow feels emotion. Just like the wind knocks down trees, and those trees destroy houses, cars and even kills people. A storm of emotion. Sounds cliche. A whirlwind of things that shatter you, leaving and never letting you recover fully before it all happens again. The rain is pure, and in a way is like your intentions, it comes and comes and tries and tries until it can't any longer. Yet it gives new life, and makes everything more vibrant. While at the same time those dark rolling clouds take the living colors.
A clash of thunder and my hair flows back. Oh right. Thunder. It's loud noise so contradicting to the calming patter of water. The rain says it's safe. But thunder and lighting together are what breaks you. The promise of that good feeling of anybody wanting you. And promising you that they won't hurt you. But in a instant thunder clashes and lighting strikes, sending the safeness into a billion pieces. You are left kneeling, sobbing at the worse type of loss. Nevertheless it's all a gloomy bitterness. A struggle to maintain. All the parts of a storm that make no sense and total sense at the same time. So why did it come to this? That we may never know.