Thunder

he was afraid of thunders.. i used to call him, to hold him. Just like you do with a baby.

I was afraid of lightning.

But still, with me by his side, he could go hours in the rain, with thunders and lightning. See why? We tend to forget. This is the reason why i write. I have this. I want to hold on to this. So when i hear the thunders i send to him my good vibes.

We are all children, with issues and we can do our best to survive.


Maybe he was afraid of me too. I was making so much noise in my head. Maybe he heard it. And he has so much light that i was afraid of him. But we wave and smile and let the storm alone, We ignore the thunders and the lightning and we go along. I wish for this storm to begin, to clean everything in its way. With my green hair, nothing can hurt me now. In my dear house, nothing can happen now. I will wave and smile.