Funny, how when the sun is out everything is warm,vibrant and every face beams a shinning bright smile.
Every face registers that they are in harmony with you.They laugh, sing and dance.Everything is so perfect that you can not believe your luck. You take all these faces to be your friends and are so glad to have them and count on them for the rainy days.
Then comes the army of clouds.They shout and thunder as they come;warning about what is to come. They cover the whole bright sky and hide the brightest ray of sun. It becomes cold and dark. You can not see anything . You stretch your hands out in the dark to find someone around you, but what?No one around that you can find. Where are they, the beaming faces once you saw?
A bolt of thunder illuminates the sky and the land for a split second, and you see these faces far away, safe in their sheds.Watching you getting wet and cold. Then down comes the rain and washes away the painted smiles...the true faces now you can see. Its like the masks fell off and you see the ugliness hid behind.
Now you are there in the middle of nowhere ,all alone with those faces staring at you from a distance,doing nothing to help you.
Pity how things changed when the storm came in.
Wonder which was worse the storm itself or the truth unleashed.
Every face registers that they are in harmony with you.They laugh, sing and dance.Everything is so perfect that you can not believe your luck. You take all these faces to be your friends and are so glad to have them and count on them for the rainy days.
Then comes the army of clouds.They shout and thunder as they come;warning about what is to come. They cover the whole bright sky and hide the brightest ray of sun. It becomes cold and dark. You can not see anything . You stretch your hands out in the dark to find someone around you, but what?No one around that you can find. Where are they, the beaming faces once you saw?
A bolt of thunder illuminates the sky and the land for a split second, and you see these faces far away, safe in their sheds.Watching you getting wet and cold. Then down comes the rain and washes away the painted smiles...the true faces now you can see. Its like the masks fell off and you see the ugliness hid behind.
Now you are there in the middle of nowhere ,all alone with those faces staring at you from a distance,doing nothing to help you.
Pity how things changed when the storm came in.
Wonder which was worse the storm itself or the truth unleashed.
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