My Own Catharsis
A travel through love, passion, pain and rebirth.
Lightnings in the dark. My eyes hurt for the tears I've spilled, But my soul is egging me on. Watch, it murmurs. Look. I see the clouds turning to a different shade. The fronds of the trees dance wildly with the wind And I observe your eyes. They appear before me. So far away. The rain begins to fall, it washes everything away, Except for my pain. That stays, as a knife, Planted between my ribs. You were the storm, the da...