A Night In The Storm
It was a stormy night, and she was out. Sitting in her car, feeling every drop of rain. "He's burned down many a bridge And he's scared of walking in the dark It hurts when the rain falls on his skin He is worn out from marching He's forgotten for what he's searching Yet, he keeps up the stride God knows that he won't arrive" The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon some cloudy seas. Thunder shook her, and she wondered: "What am I truly? For what do I suffer?" What was she? she has magic in her bones, she sings with the wind, she dances to the moon. She writes, she paints, she plays, she works. She does everything a human can possibly do. Or, at least she tries. But, she doesn't feel human at all. Maybe, she wondered, because she doesn't have the love of a human. She doesn't understand why she exist. For heaven and hell? She's not interested. She promised herself though "As long as I exist, I will make the best of it.