When thinking of it, the rain would pour at any given moment, whenever the earth need it. To realize this made me think of my love and when will it ever pour. Pouring it to anyone without a true meaning might not work, for the beautiful flowers of this earth will definitely die in the end. Thus, I will have to stand high above the clouds, believe in myself, and reach for the love that is deep within the shield bones of my body, and dig out the love.
"Pouring it to anyone without a true meaning might not work "
While digging this feeling out of me, you then appeared in my life as clouds way up above me and wouldn't set me free. This love was griping onto my bones and wouldn't let go. I struggled in pain and my breaths ran out as if sucked by an Asian spirit, and taken to a land of dreams and fantasies. Yes, it was a beautiful pain. Contemplating on that moment, blinded by the sight, you tore of that love, taking with it a peace of my bone and the heart of my soul. I faint.
"My breaths ran out as if sucked by an Asian spirit"
Thunders roared the skies and lighting struck in different direction. You took my love and buried it right next to you, in the dark fertile dirt, where insect have tormented and died. I fell on my knees, with a hand to the chest, as I f to have a heart attack, and tears flowed from my eyes. It poured like rain, and yet the sun was brightly shining on you.
"It poured like rain"
Day and night, my tears poured to realize I had my eyes closed, that i could not see my own love flourishing right next to you. So I smiled. A smile without regrets and selfless. Then you came up to my level, holding onto my love. You looked into my eyes and i in yours. An endless moment, cherished forever and ever.
