no surprise here
2 hands
1 cable
1 wakeboard.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
as the cloud of love drifts by,
the bright sunlight from above
engulfed that fluffy scent of happiness, in crimson orange.
what a lovely sight it was,
what a joyful memory it holds.
as time creeps in,
the cloud start to blur with misunderstandings,
soon, it became a dark mass of grey,
filled with heavy thoughts,
unhappiness,
grief
and hurt.
even with the bright sunlight shining from heavens above,
backfiring, it amplified the darkness
with shadows onto the ground,
signaling them,
warning them,
about the storm ahead.
not long after,
droplets of tears,
start pouring down.
as it rain,
like never before.
bright raincoats,
with plastic umbrellas.
covered the streets, unable to to overwhelm the darkness from above.
suddenly,
the sound of raindrops disappeared,
the wet floor glowed with reflections of the sun.
looking above,
the ever beautiful rainbow stood still,
like pillars, withstanding the downpour.
smiling,
i said to myself.
i have weathered this storm
2:45 AM