Done listening to Hurricane by 30 seconds to Mars
(Weather man that is in the middle of a conflict with a coworker he loves.)
Keep in mind im not a writer. Keep in mind that I simply watch the weather , but do you realize how powerful the weather is? Weather and love , do you realize that with in the heart of the warmest person lays the deepest storms? The storms that hurt the delicate pedals of a humans feelings. When ya sit down and listen to the rain against the pane of the windows as it plashes in echo of another wave of wind. The storm quiets down and the sobbing seems to hurt less. I look up the beautiful eyes of a caring person a shine of a sharp object flails in the air the patterns of red crimson displayed over the walls in and way I cant describe. My light goes dark in the storm of the hurricane , I hope they remember me in the light of the sun The warmth follows.
