He began hammering the ground with all his might until the sky opened up, raining heavily on him. He looked at the sky, heard that thunder, and saw that lightning. He laughed maniacally before raising that hammer again.
He stood in the rain and storm. Watching a demon with his face, laughing at him, standing on a chariot that was run by drunk horses. The storm threw the dust into his eyes while the demon unleashed the horses one after the other at him.
She was sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day, and her secrets were as dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one could ever come across.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath for one last time, and let his hand go. She saw his boat drifting away while they both looked at each other and waved one last time before she could not see him anymore.
Be my bedtime story and the thoughts that won't let me fall asleep. Be the conversation I always have in my head at 3 AM and that beautiful voice that never lets me sleep.