~ Live fast, Die pretty. ~

It's raining right now. I like the rain. It matches my mood.

It's hard, aggressive, and sometimes dangerous. Yet it can be calm and beautiful too.

The quick pulses of lightning are like the flashes of fury that pass through me. Sometimes, those feelings surface. They, are let known. Seen, but never heard.

Thunder. It's the weakness that brings you to your knees. When you can't fight anymore.

Rain. The rain is your memories. The ones your trying to let go of, the ones your trying to find, the ones you try to hide from.

Puddles and streams. The puddles are the memories you can't fight. They are the ones that will stay. Streams are the memories that you are forgetting. Being washed away from your mind.

Then it dries up. The sun comes out. You're in a good place right now. Those memories can't touch you. Until it rains again.

And when it does, those memories will come flooding back. Pounding your mind, body and soul. Did you think you could forget them? You can't. They're there.

Always and forever.