On sunny days I love to watch time fly,
This, you know.
Years used to be like a hot cup of coffee,
But when those years decide to transition into Day 1,
I blow the surface in hopes to not get burned again.
Though the clouds moved from the heart
Sometimes they come to visit the cranium.
Right then and there, the thoughts of blue skies were forgotten…
I also thought that I didn’t care, but I guess that I’ve forgotten that as well.
Calm exterior, that’s what matters.
Like silent waves I leave no trail of worry.
But below the ocean belt you’ll find all the rubbish,
The damage,
The memories,
Here where you’ll find the wrecks of incidents that haunted the core.
No one will pry.
It’s all about the exterior…
The storm can become too much at times,
And so,
It began to shower before I could close my lids.
I wish raincoats could work during this.
I also wish umbrellas were useful towards emotion.
But with nothing but a wonder of when the storm will through,
I’ll watch the puddles form across cotton pillowcases.
I’d watch the news if the weather was accurate;
Being sure to be prepared.
Being sure to brace myself better.
But like sunny a day,
Sometimes the rain can come unexpectedly.
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