27/30 "After the Storm"

I woke up feeling out of place
like there were something missing
I tried to get up but then
Pain struck me
hitting every nerve from my spine to head
I began to feel like ish
constaplanting my next move
as if a life depended on it
My life depended on it.......
some would compare this
to the silence before the storm rather after
but
after is always so much better
before the storm there is
of course
SILENCE.....
don't get me wrong
silence is the most beautiful thing in the world
I ENJOY IT!!!
it allows one to hear everything before anything
which is nothing but something
killing one sense to make the other stronger
able to strengthen your ears
to hear the pain calling from within a distant lover
silence makes everything unhearable
noticable
he refered to this silence
as my feelings
The pain linked to my apperence
is from the storm it self
my body seemed to have become equpied with the weather
taking unlikness and compared to a cyclone
being the eye of the storm
my heart was formed in the middle of a tornado
i was mistaken
life was a habit
dreams were istatic
reality divided by emotions
then added to his fantacy
the storm was amazing
he called my striken pain of emptyness
"the day after"
acknowldging the fact
nature carried through winds strong enough to scatter pieces
leaving parts of me empty
sound waves of alarms are what shocked me
rivers over flowed with determination
Love
avoidance
love
happiness
the disconnection of wires
seemed as patterns
love
avoidance
love
happiness
he was at the end of the road where the storm had end
the sun was just beginning
shinning light on
what was damage
but
also on something perfect
him
he was it
he was the one thing untouched
there and
ready to be loved
hugged
filling in every blink with random flaws
he was the day after the storm