Bubbles

I'm not sure, if this is me talking to you, or me talking to me.. Lately, I've had trouble finding that line, let alone drawing it.
Parallel storytelling.. Well not storytelling, per se, just snippets of two personas, very different, yet intricately connected, or maybe not at all..

Random song lyrics

An unsung threnody

Scintillating conversations to look forward to

Lame repetitive mono(tonous)logues

The promise of rain - sweet, refreshing, endearing; When it's coming, one knows not

Cloudy days, overcast skies; Anger and jealousy seething under the surface, stoked by the vile hands of fear

Confusion, contradiction, a constant consternation
Thunder, lightning, fire, electricity; Powerful

A hurricane, of doubts and fears; Devastating, punishing

A black hole, all-consuming; Famished, yearning, needing

Quiet, unassuming, a mask, the silence of honey eyes

Arrogant, snappy, resentful just because you hate that you miss someone

Trust, uncertainty; So much left to luck, or the roiling whims of fate

Fear that chokes, thoughts tumble, words do not come, sentences left incomplete

Thoughtful; stripped of walls, of pretenses
Genuine, candid, real

..Coherent sentences strung together, verbose wordsmith-y, a panorama of sarcasm and drudgery
!Epic fail

Pictures, where once was laughter

Dust, where once were sandcastles

Blue, white, baby-pink; Elusive, mystical, gorgeous

Endless expanse of grey; enough said

Everything, and nothing

Yet human, imperfect and flawed

.Me

Mine. Or atleast, was, for a little while.

"We each have a place where we are meant to be. This is mine."
Someday, perhaps, I will say that as confidently too. For now, there is the darkness in front of me, the sun at my back, and the curves of the road in my sight.. For now, I am good. Or as I ever will be.