All it took was a crack of thunder to silence everything.
And everything remained still, anticipating another show of magnificence to cut through the clouds.
Its fun to pretend that everything is changing in one swift motion.
All the past drifting away, slicked back and coated in the kind of fog that hides every strand of light even in the brightest of days.
We could just sit back and have a conversation, but we don’t want to miss a thing, so we just watch as the water works take us away.
Pouring out your soul for all to see.
I’ve found a way to a better day, where tomorrow is sun-kissed and blooming with life and colour.
One can’t help but to stand in awe of the things that surround and cover our many days and nights.
Its with that respect and dignity that i’ll walk through the night with a smile on my face.
All that I can do is hope that something new grows out of this storm that I’ve been swept up in.
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The Wandering Mind 