the storm
the sky illuminates with light, but I can’t stand it, it’s too bright, too high, unreachable, unkind, this light is warm, but makes me blind – it makes me wanna stay and try again for hundread thousand time, and fight, and trust, and love, and cry…
the lightning shining in the skies. I can see nothing – but your eyes.
the storm is ending, so are we – if we can’t stop it, let it be.
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