Thoughts that come into my mind at nighttime.
|It was a dark and stormy night. The sound of the faraway rain resonated in my chest, making it hard for me to get some rest. My window had never felt so complex; it was at the moment my only portal to the ouside world. Raindrops falling down the cold transparent, glass entertained me as I lay on my messy bed, wishing for this nightmare to stop. Thunder and lighting struck, in the distant medows I could barely discern, from the comfort of my dark, insignificant room, and as incredibly far as they were, and as unknown as they were to me, I felt them close to my heart. As a reminder of the pain I was under, as if a remnant of another long gone ache had been reborn as a natural disaster which would for ever torment me, on every dark and stormy night.|