The Storm

It is a little bit dark right now and i’m getting afraid each day not to see your face, it is very difficult for me to let you go. winds are blowing hard as i keep my clutch from those memories we had, and still i am uncertain until when can i hold on, i struggle to reach out hoping you will be there, i scream so loud but seems to me you can’t hear me. will i ever be able to get out from this? or will you help me sort things through out…