I Don't Understand (A Storm)

I don't know what to do. I'm silent. I guess I'll write a story. Tell me what you feel... as if you're gonna read it. Close the window already.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSw7CcAXPWk&feature=PlayList&p=E2F6241EACE38017&index=0&playnext=1

If you're still here. Read and start with Autumn. You'll understand, or will you be lost like me?

A STORM

A room where so much life was held now shutters against the cold fading moon. You see? This room has seen photos come and go; the last of them in the darkness, the photos stand still and gray on top of a cherry red dresser. Your eyes strain and still you only see with what the moonlight provides. The window stands tall and proud, clear as day although grasped by the night air; light smoke calmly creeps across the outside of the panes.

You see her from the side, as she lies in front of the window. The six section glass towers her body as if a guardian in these uncertain nights. She lays there still, her eyes closed, resting her arms on her stomach. Her wispy mahogany hair glows slightly in the eerie moonlight. Can you see as I see? The gleaming red lips, the ivory soft skin, a face like that of an angel's sigh on a cold night? You stare at her face till the flashes of smiles run before your eyes, they don't stop, they can't. You remember her as if she was your soul, every detail dripping before you and the tears don't stop, how can they? You drowned them long ago...

The piano dances melancholy around the air, as you breathe it in and exhale the violin. It’s so sad; you can feel it in your heart as you step closer to her. Her chest rises slowly; your heart beats like Vivaldi in the midst of his darkening spring. You seem to glide towards her, almost effortlessly but with such struggle you stumble slightly in your ease, your eyes still on her. As you walk closer you can see the tears that fell from years before. Her soft ivory face leaves you scarlet and still; you stand there silent, your body wavering every now and then, disturbing the dust on the floor.

The lighting brands the sky and the thunder follows like a rolling plague. Your face goes white and you fear for her waking. Thunder pursues once more deafening the sky with sound, whatever blood in your body vanishes and you're left ghastly in the dark. The rain embellishes the gray sky, the rays of the moon reach towards the ground like graceful knives. The light hits her and as she opens her eyes, you see the peace that was once there, her eyes bright in the light of the moon shine a petrifying green. You remember, and you fall through the surface. Breaking through Vivaldi's summer, your heart beats faster and faster. She lays there and exhales your sky.

Afraid you stand as Medusa's statue, but she ignores you. Although her feet delicately touches the floor the dust jumps and vanishes leaving the room new as the day you arrived. Still silent and oblivious she runs past you and down the stairs and out into the open. Startled you get on the bed and look out the window to see her running through the meadow, she stops. She cups her hand around her mouth and shouts. You hear the thunder boom and you run down the stairs, through the black living room, and out into the open meadow.

Can you see as I see? The pallid quivering lips, the soft paling peach skin, a face that the angels sculpted with air now battered by rain. Her puffing cheeks were quick to forget the tears and embraced the rain, the eyes screamed at the stars and her voice was left ignored by the night. Lightning was strewn across the sky and in answer the night turned and surrendered itself to the rumbling barrage of cannons that swept the vault of heaven like the beginning of Vivaldi’s winter.

She crumpled to her knees and fell on the ground, the white dress that elegantly caressed her firm yet soft body, was soaked and the left side stained with dirt. Her legs to her right side she leaned with her arms out, her hands on the ground to support her. Her lonely tears joined the rain and danced on the forever inconstant ground. Her mahogany hair now black and soaked stayed close to her, as if in fear of what was to come. She looked at the sky and screamed; still you cannot hear her voice. You move closer, the tall grass slowing your progress; the lightning shatters the night and she screams once more; this time, the thunder roars your name. Do you understand now?

I am death, and I took you away, for you to see what you have taken for granted. Now return from whence you came.

I know this life is beyond me
It stretches further then my eyes can see
The pain inside that I've grown to learn
The silence that long pursues my empty soul, I yearn.
The storms rise and fall
In the darkness we haul
The lost and diverging
Till they arrive emerging
From the ebbing of the storm
From which they should have been born.

Sorry O_O!!! Just tell me what your thoughts are ^-^. (I kinda wanna write a bunch of short stories and poems and publish them hehe. So help me and tell me your thoughts! Be critical and tell me what you liked, didn't like, what feelings it gave you, what images you felt, what made you confused etc.)

JUST to let you know, it was intended to be somewhat (although not really) like Aesops Fables. Cause honestly, we do forget those that matter to us from time to time.

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