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. I will live" . But to live is to suffer, and to suffer is to know what is joy. And she already lives in between these two extremes. Denying pain is no longer an option, and searching for love is not her quest.
And the moon, she's making her Feel. She doesn't understand how or what, but her heart is full of feelings. Blended feeling, that she describes as beauty. She feels beauty.
For this beauty, she's marching towards her dream. To see what in the sky and beyond, to feel what's in the sky and beyond. To be in the sky far, far beyond... She may not take her life away, but her spirit is already somewhere far away...
She kept on watching the storm alone, it's 10:30 pm, there is no light, her phone is not ringing, she can't close her eyes, she can't scream, she can't dance, there's no one to hold her hand, there's no one to feel her heart aching with beauty. There's only the moon, the storm, and her thoughts....
