[Memoir] floor storm

The night is warm, so you sleep on the floor.

That is an excuse.

You belong to the sea but you can only find yourself on the floor.

He is the only one who can take your pain and make it more bearable when life is so much more than what you can take.

The wind is blowing a storm is coming.

You stare at the thunderous night sky astonished  because its beauty and power does not scary you anymore. Its yours scars that make you fearless its your soul that shines more than the lightening.

Is it the beginning, the end or the middle?

It does not matter. Because you are laying on the floor so happy to be alive that you fell in love with your own pain.

[ Esta imagem não me pertence. Obrigada ao criador]