The Storm

For a friend;
I know you're in there somewhere
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I shouldn't be here...

I should be somewhere dark and lonely; somewhere where daylight barely passes through and grazes the side of my face with its fingertips; somwhere where all teenage broken hearts belong; where overwhelming (and quite frankly, extremely over-dramatic) thoughs of "life is too hard, death is easier" thoughts consume me inside and out...

But I'm not.

Here, where I am, the sun is shinning down on me with its warmth; a warmth that embraces me beyond any measuarable compare. It's like God Himself is holding me in His arms. The sky is a blue, so blue, it's bluer than any other blue I've seen before, and the birds sing songs as if it is spring.

This is me. My life. Not yours to ruin with your sky-high-gray walls that you have built around yourself; with your false sense of hope and trust that you manipulate and orchestrate for every person that you meet; for the lies that your teeth cannot bare to hold, no sir! You will not ruin me. My life. With your gray storm.

So, in my spring, I wait; wait for that day to fight your gray, so that you too, can have the bluer than blue. I pray that you find it soon, but I am also prepared that that day may never come.

Your gray-sky-high walls may be strong now, but, if by nothing else but Divine intervention, those stones and storms that surround you and your heart will come crashing down.