crafting paper planes

four

to the thunder,
to the lighting,
to the rain,
you remind me
of days
my mind
can barely recall.
that my heart
screams at 1am
dreaming of these
times i can't
picture
after i
wake up.

its like my heart
has snatched
those memories,
kept them behind
the bars
and blackmailed
my mind
to never recall them.

and a 16 year
old me
still wonders,
if those days
were good or bad
hoping my mind
for once
steals them
from my heart;
to let me relive
each day
when those
thatched walls
would roar in thunder,
when tea and nail art
were my only desire.

each raindrop
would strike my
tinted cheek
so quickly
that i'd forget
it's feel
and oh
that lighting
when mother
would squeal
in fear
and sister
would laugh
till the end
of the video shoot.

in the end
how innocent
my mind is
that it just recalled
all the good days,
the memories
it wanted to relive
and how more
drastic it is,
that it'll
never know
these were the days
where i'd write letters
thanking
the thunder,
the lighting,
the rain.

a/n:

i was scrolling through my notes this afternoon and i found this piece that i wrote back in may, i felt it was worth to be put here :)