It struck me like lighting to a rod in the cool dark night. As I contemplate in what was once the comforts of my home...my heart sinks and my mind swirls like water to a sink, draining every last bit.
My mind was as stormy as the shock. She told me once again love does not exist, not for her, not for us. Like a pendulum her mind and seemingly where her heart resides sways back and forth. A last warning in the p.s. "I will be moving back tonight." Rain soon joined the storms, falling down my cheeks.
She could no longer bare the Greek Phyramus and Thisbe lifestyle we lived. Time was not out just yet, and so I boated towards a hopeful shore that I may see her before its too late. I watch angrily, solemnly, hurtfully, and lovingly as she passes by where I could no longer follow. I sail...drifting aimlessly about and everything plunge into a stormy darkness again.
The arrows of the lightening lead me wrong, the voice of the thunder muted the world, the darkness cloud my judgment and the storm now overpowers both me and her in its misleading nature.
