Listening to: Virtual Boy - Mass.
Love Like Lightning.
It’ll kill me.
But I don’t even care.
I think I love it.
The impending doom lurking above.
The dark, violet, indigo, grey of the clouds hover above, threatening to destroy everything ever adored or cherished.
Telling us to grab what we love before it turns to nothing but ashes and dust.
The black skies are warning us of the deadly quick hands of above, ready to snatch away whatever it can find.
They don’t discriminate or aim for anything in particular. But at the same time, they are merciless.
Lightning is like death.
Get struck by it once and you may not make it back in one piece, if at all.
And in saying that, lightning is also like love.
It electrocutes you. Burning a place into your soul, that is neither replaceable nor replicable. Nor is it easy to neglect.
If you survive it the first time, and bring yourself back before you hit the grave, chances are, you’ll never be able to look at life the same way as you did before.
You might live in fear, afraid of when that next bolt is going to hit. And forevermore, you’ll hide, sheltering yourself, protecting whatever fragility you have left.
Or, you might never be able to forget the intensity that electrified you in that one moment. That shock that made your heart beat faster than it ever had in your life.
And you might spend all the time you have left seeking that kind of feeling again, striving for it, knowing, but disregarding, the definite threat it all holds.
You know you won’t survive another encounter like that, yet the mere sound of the growling thunder that frightens young children and causes grown men to curse, still has the power to send shivers down your spine, leaving you with tingles.
Your insides feel like pins and needles, like the sound of white noise.
Your body, spiking with excitement, urges you to move forward, towards what you know will end you.
That feeling of the thrill that you thrive off of.
That is what I feel right now, in this very moment.
I raise my eyes up to the clouds and the world looks as though it’s about to reach its grand finale.
The sky is the darkened stage and we are the onlookers, waiting for the last encore.
Waiting for the blackness to be lit up and amaze us.
With the adrenaline running through my veins, I stand at the highest point I can find.
I close my eyes and feel the wind blow through my hair which billows out of control.
Even with no shooting stars in sight, I wish silently to myself.
‘I want a love like this..
A love that can’t be contained.
One that everyone can see..
But one that no one can stop.’
The thunder roars above my head like a fierce beast.
‘I want a love that will strike something within me that I’ve never felt before..
I want to feel that electricity in my bones, surging throughout me..’
The heavens crackle, thrashing about, and it feels as though the earth begins to shake.
A smile creeps its way upon my lips.
‘I want a love to jumpstart my dull heart.
I want it to leave a mark that I will never forget..’
One last boom erupts and I know for sure now.
‘Yeah, that’s the kind of love I want.’
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