When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets.
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt