Crying Lightning.

All of these days just go by and nothing happens,

No birdcall, no alarms, no surprises.

And all of these sights and images just stick to you,

Remind you of who you really are,

And who you've wished to be.

Then memories and people come back into your mind of what did happen,

What was once ago,

What is now just ashes of something great that was something that could of been,

Something that had potential, something that had hope and happiness.

Something that you would live for, that gave you a reason to look up to a "brighter" future.

Now you sit there in hope of something to happen.

A birdcall to softly sing, an alarm to remind you of where you are, a surprise to give you hope.

And then I also think about somethings that I shouldn't.

(^poem tiem? I think so.)

Sometimes I sit in bed in pitch dark and I start thinking. My mind wanders, it wanders into alcoves that shouldn't be explored. Memories, thoughts, images, all these can bring back saddening memories.

I sit there, and I think. Then I'll start sobbing.

And, it's not the "chick flick sad ending" sobbing, it's full on crying almost.

(i'm personally glad it never woke up my parents.)