Understanding
So I stood there, unaware of my surroundings, careless of the rest of the world. I mean, what else could I do? Sixteen and approaching another year and I had never felt, never lived... for once I was behind the curve. So I stayed silent, so I wept like a child on the inside and created a stern exterior with but one weakness. And as I stood there, notebook in hand, my heart in my grasp, I realized that it was real, that I needn't worry. Yet, I remained as nervous as I had ever been. This wasn't the first time, the last time. or even the best time. It was simply a moment, and I savored it because that is all we have left. A moment where I could see myself as I truly was, like a spectator to my life. Staring into the night, I asked for something, anything to help me understand this reality. As a joke, the powers that be clapped their thunder and let escape their flashes of light. So I stood there, and I openly wept, not for myself, but for love And with every tear came the pleasant cool of a drop of rain on a steamy summer night. So I layed there, and I drowned in the flood of my own sorrow. I let the water make pure what society had desecrated, I allowed nature to purify my soul at that exact moment. I no longer hoped for love, or lived for myself, I knew all that was right and denounced everything that was wrong... I became perfect for this moment. So I layed there, and the tears subsided, and hte rain let go of whatever grudge it had against mother earth, and the night was still. The vacant sky became a canopy of lights, spaced for wandering eyes and "stuck" souls. So I layed there as the sun rose, and the clouds parted, and I again stood as does anyone in the presence of an angel. I stared across the field, an onobstructed gaze at the most divine being I could fathom. So I stood there and watched you approach, watched you glide across the field. Throughout your approach, I lost what the rain had given me, I let go of purity and embraced the sin. I couldn't stand there anymoer, not outside of your arms... so I collapsed there, but landed in your grasp. The rush, so intense it was, of love returning home made me dizzy. So I wept, not for love, but for us. And with every tear came the pleasant cool of a drop of rain on a steamy summer night. So I stood there, in yoru embrace, eyes locked, and I understood the journey... I understood the reason... I understood my love.
