The storm

I imagine it with rain and thunder

With me sitting under a tree that doesn't protect

With the tears that mix in the rivers of my face

That  you are looking for me but you don't see me because the wind roars and nature hides me

I  imagine trying to say your name

But all I get out are broken moans

My hands stretch to your footsteps but end up trembling on the wet earth.

We are so close yet so far that my heart is trying to break out of my prison

I see it possible with that if I only achieved a sound

One stronger than the wrath of the storm

One that will make it clear that I'm at your left

One that won't sound like begging

You would find me and we could be silent about everything

But I feel asleep and tired

I feel cold and fearful

So I let you pass by while my lungs break my bones from not being able to breathe

And I still hear how you scream my name in reverse from where the wind comes from

I still see you walking with your eyes open waiting to see a hair, an eye, a salvation

But I am already exhausted with no other strength than to sleep with my head on my legs and let this migraine take control of what is dying.

I imagine that you are soaked and that you no longer distinguish your skin from water, that your voice is hoarse and you don't even know where you are standing.

I would like that with what remains of my soul not to be the opposite of life and to be able to tell you that you have found me, However, I only get smaller, I just hide in the darkness of the clouds and imagine how you find me against tide and land even when you keep passing me by.

Ta.