"Sometimes, I wish that I was the weather and you'd bring me up in conversation forever."
As the sun sets and reality sets in, there comes a flood of regret and silver clouds of pure bliss.
The storm comes and goes, but the flood nestles itself into the valley of your mind and stays for a while; just long enough for you to remember and learn from. No use in sandbagging because eventually, a flood is inevitable. And it may take some time, but you learn how to drain the water and move on. Clinging to the hope that you can look back someday with a slight chuckle knowing that, in time, the storm will always pass.
But there's always the silver clouds. The scarce ones that soar high in the sky on a perfect summer day when the sky is just the right shade of blue, the ones that reflect the moon's radiance so that it might shine that much brighter, or the ones that make you want to reach up and grab a piece just to see if they're really as soft and fluffy as they look.
Those are the moments no one can take away from you. The ones you took pictures of for proof just in case someone came along and doubted that anything could ever really be that good. And the ones that you knew if you took a picture of, that it would only diminish its essence because a picture could never give it any justice and words would be a waste of time. The latter are the ones that you wish all moments could be like. Or maybe you don't because then those moments would lose their uniqueness and become ordinary.
This school year may include a few floods, definitely some storms, and hell, maybe even a monsoon somewhere along the way. During those times, remember the silver clouds and the people that helped create them.
The storm comes and goes, but the flood nestles itself into the valley of your mind and stays for a while; just long enough for you to remember and learn from. No use in sandbagging because eventually, a flood is inevitable. And it may take some time, but you learn how to drain the water and move on. Clinging to the hope that you can look back someday with a slight chuckle knowing that, in time, the storm will always pass.
But there's always the silver clouds. The scarce ones that soar high in the sky on a perfect summer day when the sky is just the right shade of blue, the ones that reflect the moon's radiance so that it might shine that much brighter, or the ones that make you want to reach up and grab a piece just to see if they're really as soft and fluffy as they look.
Those are the moments no one can take away from you. The ones you took pictures of for proof just in case someone came along and doubted that anything could ever really be that good. And the ones that you knew if you took a picture of, that it would only diminish its essence because a picture could never give it any justice and words would be a waste of time. The latter are the ones that you wish all moments could be like. Or maybe you don't because then those moments would lose their uniqueness and become ordinary.
This school year may include a few floods, definitely some storms, and hell, maybe even a monsoon somewhere along the way. During those times, remember the silver clouds and the people that helped create them.