When did the sky decide to be loud?
I've always thought it to be
a lame one; without a thought
of its own
But tonight, it got tough.
Sandwiched between a frigid rain
and showcasing clouds mid-pirouette
I am silenced.

The numbing blues and purples backdropping
the formidable world...
A foreground of blooming magnolia
All is full of love
thats true
But the loud is drowning even my own thoughts
Maybe its just time
to feel small again
To quiver at things unfathomable
You reach for it
but all you can touch
are particles
that fail to reach
the heights
just like these nimble hands.

Must you make such a scene?
I'm not in the mood
Who do you think you are?
My head pounds because of you.
You have never been like this.
Why start now?

The clouds dance with you
But im too involved to care
Stop yelling.
I'll notice you later.
Even though you've never been
more beautiful.