I see you first.
Not in the form that you exist in but the signs that come before you. The dark clouds you roll with that foreshadow your arrival, the rolling thunder u hang around for survival scaring away the signs of your rival. You could never shine like the sun, so instead you chose to hide it, tucking the feelings it brings inside your shirt pocket. You usually pick your day sparingly, knowing that for every moment you exist is another you don't. Not to me. But today, your different. Your confident in your approach, taking your time to enjoy how far your reach is extending. It seems you came with more than the usual suspect, gustov's, hannah's, Ike's and such. You seem rejuvinated, basking in your new found glory. You haven't felt this way since she left you.
Staring out my window watching your reach cover over towers and lakes, followed by a whisper. Silenty the leaves on the trees began to tip, and suddenly this t-shirt won't cut it today. Suddenly its no longer summer and just as suddenly your whisper turns into a deep breath, warning the rest of us that you won't just be passing by this day. Your not just made of empty threats this morning. You dare us to ignore you, to enjoy our days as they have been. We accept your challenge. As we ourselves brace for the inevitable, knowing whats coming but not caring becasue our lives are more important than your moment. There is a second, your whisper stops, and for a moment it seems to be over.
Then you appear, first shyly peering over rooftops, soft steps onto the pavement feeling your way around before the main event. Your subtly hides your true purpose and like a the angry child you are, you take the inch and go for the mile. From those footsteps you find the confidence to take off running, faucet, waterfall, showerhead, all inspiration to you. Beating down the streets by the gallons, the clouds you hide behind open up to allow you total freedom and you take advantage. We no longer can igrore you, we just look for an escape, the unsuspecting, the innocent, looking for some way out. You don't care, you just want to fall and bring us down with you. Your puddles become quicksand as some of us find ourselves swimming in a pool we weren't looking for.
and just as it seems like this will last forever, like there will be no pots of gold, skittles rainbows type moments. you stop. The rolling waves of thunder began to feel distant, they, without lighting just don't see the fun. The clouds start moving without you, knowing you'll get the hint soon enough. and you do, backstepping the same way you came in. As you retreat into the clouds, sympathy creeps its way into your thoughts and you allow the sun a way back into the club. Not too much, just enough to give us a glimmer of hope, too allow our spirits to rise. More for your benifit than anything for you enjoy smashing those same spirit down again. and your gone. drifting away to find another place to touch down, another place to turn gray, red fitted's and bright kicks must piss you off. But, its cool. Its your job, its your existence. its who you are.
The Rain.
Not in the form that you exist in but the signs that come before you. The dark clouds you roll with that foreshadow your arrival, the rolling thunder u hang around for survival scaring away the signs of your rival. You could never shine like the sun, so instead you chose to hide it, tucking the feelings it brings inside your shirt pocket. You usually pick your day sparingly, knowing that for every moment you exist is another you don't. Not to me. But today, your different. Your confident in your approach, taking your time to enjoy how far your reach is extending. It seems you came with more than the usual suspect, gustov's, hannah's, Ike's and such. You seem rejuvinated, basking in your new found glory. You haven't felt this way since she left you.
Staring out my window watching your reach cover over towers and lakes, followed by a whisper. Silenty the leaves on the trees began to tip, and suddenly this t-shirt won't cut it today. Suddenly its no longer summer and just as suddenly your whisper turns into a deep breath, warning the rest of us that you won't just be passing by this day. Your not just made of empty threats this morning. You dare us to ignore you, to enjoy our days as they have been. We accept your challenge. As we ourselves brace for the inevitable, knowing whats coming but not caring becasue our lives are more important than your moment. There is a second, your whisper stops, and for a moment it seems to be over.
Then you appear, first shyly peering over rooftops, soft steps onto the pavement feeling your way around before the main event. Your subtly hides your true purpose and like a the angry child you are, you take the inch and go for the mile. From those footsteps you find the confidence to take off running, faucet, waterfall, showerhead, all inspiration to you. Beating down the streets by the gallons, the clouds you hide behind open up to allow you total freedom and you take advantage. We no longer can igrore you, we just look for an escape, the unsuspecting, the innocent, looking for some way out. You don't care, you just want to fall and bring us down with you. Your puddles become quicksand as some of us find ourselves swimming in a pool we weren't looking for.
and just as it seems like this will last forever, like there will be no pots of gold, skittles rainbows type moments. you stop. The rolling waves of thunder began to feel distant, they, without lighting just don't see the fun. The clouds start moving without you, knowing you'll get the hint soon enough. and you do, backstepping the same way you came in. As you retreat into the clouds, sympathy creeps its way into your thoughts and you allow the sun a way back into the club. Not too much, just enough to give us a glimmer of hope, too allow our spirits to rise. More for your benifit than anything for you enjoy smashing those same spirit down again. and your gone. drifting away to find another place to touch down, another place to turn gray, red fitted's and bright kicks must piss you off. But, its cool. Its your job, its your existence. its who you are.
The Rain.
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