Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

The Calm After The Storm Is Not What We Fear

I find it funny when I catch myself telling someone else “Things get better.” Because of course things get better, that is not in question. What is in question is will things get better before you break? Can you make it through the fog of your own mind? You will live, but the living part is the hard part. The surviving your own life is what should worry you. No one is scared of the peace after the storm, they are scared of the storm; Of being in the midst of that storm. The lightening that illuminates your fears clearer than you could have ever seen them, the tornadoes that will rip your life apart, the tsunamis of mixed emotions that will flood your days and nights and dreams. So the way I think I will say it from now on is, “The thunder is simply the bark of a dog, and I will not lie and say it does not match its bite. Because sometimes that bite can exceed the warning. But it will get better, if you have the strength to let the time pass. If you have the faith that wounds heal. And most importantly, if you simply let it. Because no storm has never ended.”

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