deep inside

Some things happened in that cloudy and kinda foggy day. Things that may make sense some day, but not now. Now they don't.

She was in doubt, scared about the future, remembering of the past, of everything she ever lived, of what she suffered. "Happy moments deserve some of my tears", she thought. But she knew it wasn't happiness which had predominated that moment, but it's opposite. The monster of the opposition, and what's worst, the fear of trying was haunting her. It wasn't stopping her. She was stopping by herself. It wasn't making her doubt, she was doubting, again, by herself, what is several times worse. Doubting, thinking. Thinking, she reached conclusions without connection, without explanation.

But then she saw that there was nothing to be explained or understood. Everything was in front of her, she just had to see it clear, in a sunny day. But, unfortunately, this wasn't the case now. 

There was a time that the clouds insisted to cover the blue sky, and she was suppose to blow it away. She must just take a deep breathe. A deep breathe.

She used to hate happy endings, just like I do. So, she blew it. But everything that goes, backs. 

She didn't remember of that. But that's it, it's a storm coming. What could be a suuny and gorgeous day, won't be, not anymore. She called this storm, she must not complain. She regrets. I don't blame her for that. I just wished it wasn't the end. Or I did. Who cares, anyway?