When The Night Falls

One.

Someone told me, "Simmer down love. Put your high head a little lower. Life isn't easy."

You say I'm wild. Too carefree. Right, I am. Because I am a hurricane. I decided to be like this.

I see beauty in your mundane sights. You see the grey sky, I visualize the rainbow after the storm. You see clouds, I see little shapes and spin my own stories about them. The birds flying across the sky hold no interest for you. I say, look at them. Hear how happy they are to return home. Call me a little crazy, but I like to be that way. Is that so wrong?

I have too many thoughts in my little head. I have ideas, sparkling ones at that. I want to paint the world in different colours. But, it seems people are happy living their monochrome lives. They want to strike off my colours. They want to harm my craziness.

It is getting to me. All of this. Late in the night when I'm staring up at the ceiling, I have a few demons rushing back to haunt me, no matter how hard I try to quell them. I realise I am slowly, gradually turning black. What if I grow darker than this? What if there is more night than day in this soul of mine? Then, will the world be able to see me even after the lights are out?

But I will retain my colours and insanity. I will be like the lightning that strikes on the night when there is no thunder, leaving you perplexed about my origin and enthralled by my beauty. I will make you realise why storms are named after people. I will be someone with whom you spend time and realise that atoms collide not only to create new forms, but also to create sweet destruction.
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Lots of love and sparkles,
S.