It's that calm before a storm that scares me most. My body aches and cracks my skull like thunder as though this wind has braced itself for chaos, but my shaking hands just won't. How your eyes hold in the pain. Emptiness is caught in your throat and your hollow voice is just waiting to break with this dead ground. You say your sadness comes like the weather; It's always changing. It never lets you stay comfortable. Are you comfortable? If every raindrop were a dagger and every cloud a memory what's left? Right now, it's still calm. Right now, you're still here. The weight of your past won't come falling back on you if you don't let it. Hold that calm inside of your head. Keep your mind open. It's the colour in the clouds approaching that leaves me still searching for hope in what's broken