I want to scream out my anger but I can’t because I don’t have the thunder much in me.
But mostly I feel sad like the wind swooshing and whispering sadly.
Mourning over something that makes me split like a bamboo stick.
It makes me shake. It makes me cry.
It makes me feel like an old horse that can’t stand alone anymore.
I feel like I’m dying inside like a tree that’s not been taken care of for so long.
It makes me weak and it makes me feel alone.
But know the storm is leaving and replacing it is the sun.
Slowly shining as my bad mood evaporates.
And now I’m happy as a bright sun.
Laughing loudly and making corny or funny jokes.
Making it up to my friends who I billowed because of my bad mood.
