the aftermath of a storm.

maybe its the fact that i saw ms ramsey today. maybe i missed her sarcastic humor and witty comebacks. and learning from her, more than just math knowledge, maybe it just brought back some old memories. some old feelings.
or maybe was once again surrounded in a queens grant atmosphere. where i met up with some old friends and heard about old relationships.
or perhaps its cause i got reconnected with ash, and finally had some quality best friend time together, the kind that reminds me of a time way back, the kind where we used to sit on the driveway for hours and talk about nothing, in the deep heat of summer. that was the best.
maybe it was ash's family. they always make me happy. a perfect family of four. who sit down and have dinner every night and keep the house clean. maybe they just make me peaceful.
maybe it was youth. maybe tonight's lesson hit somewhere deep. tim's been striking home in my heart these past couple of weeks. maybe i got to see everyone tonight, and that made me very happy.
maybe it was the fact that things are falling back in place with some friends, that the damage is finally healing. that forgiving and forgiving is really possible.
maybe its the fact that i have something to look forward to. to finally get to go to the school of my dreams and see a comical play with the people i love in it.
maybe, maybe im just happy for once.
maybe the good finally outrules the bad.
im just, peaceful.
maybe its cause i listened to the fray and relient k all day. music effects my mood, thats for sure.
maybe, maybe it just feels good to be open, a little exposed, but also, not. im still protected by words. and that is comforting to me. maybe because its so simple. im really not sure. but i know im just peaceful for once.

i sort of feel like a storm:
before the storm, the wind builds, the dark clouds roll in, the dark clouds take position, ready to battle.
then you hear it. the thunder billows, the lightning strikes, attracted to the all,
destroys the most vulnerable-
but never strikes twice.
the rain pours furiously, it blinds the sight from seeing whats ahead.
the wind slaps against you, its bitter and cold.
the storm fights. it strikes and blocks and yells and screams.
its a battle between the forces.
and as quick as it came,
it leaves.
it lightens, the rain lessens, the wind dies down.
the lightning looses intensity,
the the thunder fades,
the clouds roll away.
and youre left with a beautiful scene;
the sky is decorated in multicolor hues,
the clouds reflect it all,
light streaming in from the cracks,
and eventually,
the clouds break,
the light exposed,
the sky is bright,
light shining everywhere,
a magnificent portrait of beauty.
the storm clouds are hidden between light and dark,
oh, theyre not ignored,
or forgotten,
just set aside
until its time to pour out again,
delivering a whole new round of storms.
but until then,
we wait,
bracing ourselves,
but soaking up the scene in front of us.