Calm Before The Storm.
the sun crashes down.
the heat surrounds me.
wind breezes past me.
a breath of fresh air
paving the way for something new.
reviving myself.
clearing the fog.
holding my hand,
falling into the fresh grass,
staring at the clouds,
shapes that look familiar,
but are too vague to see
truly.
confusion coats the sky,
clouds contort into darkness,
fear of the dark.
stomach aching,
eyes squeezing shut.
rain falling onto me,
beads sticking to my skin.
cleansing.
terrifying.
lost.
new or old.
beginning or ending.
no one is holding my hand.
i sigh.
i’m by myself in the dark.
originally posted by honeysweetsugaricklepie
