The storm
My question drifted by like a swift breeze before a storm.
Your answer was a lightning struck.
I saw it coming like exactly like how you know a storm is approaching by smelling the air.
My emotions were like a turmoil.
Mixture of both the incoming hurricane and thunder being thrown together abruptly in the admist of this bemusing mess.
I danced merrily under the rain to escape my lonesome world.
To momentarily block off my perplexed emotions.
Before i knew it, a bright light rose from the east.
The sun made its presence elegantly.
Little did i know it was a dream i had to wake up from.
I was in a dilemma whether i should appreciate the storm or the sun.
Then i figured, it was the exact replica of me.
The storm was the expression of my ongoing dark thoughts.
The sun was my bright thoughts.
When i lost you, i was devastatingly filled with emotional agony.
Currently,
I realised, while losing you,
I unknowningly found myself.