De Beautiful Storms (or how I see my broken heart).

I see a  beautiful storm inside you that never goes away.  First comes the rain that pours out the sadness of your broken heart. Then, there is a hurricane that brings sorrow and despair whenever you try to avoid it.

Because you will never forget.

Tornadoes hit you with every memory that comes viscerally. They tear your flesh and rip your heart. You bleed for the days that you will never share. Lightning flashes as your fury re-surfaces.

Your wrath will always be there.

Raging winds will blow you away from everyone else.  There is no running away. As long as you live this storm will follow. There will be no calm after this tempest.

You will spend the rest of your time on this earth chasing after sunny weather.

I search for those beaches as well. My  heart rumbles with thunder like yours.  I hemorrhage my love as I travel the world. I listen for the music the rain makes.

Art is the only shelter we get from the storm.