I sat in the middle of a thunderstorm and begged the universe to break all my bones instead of my heart. I would take lightening to the ribs if it meant my next breath was easier. I begged for someone to be my bridge so that I could sit under it, but sadly it was my storm to endure. Everything was outside of my control and there I was, drenched. My tears fell to the ground, like stars that I made last ditch wishes on. I offered deals to Mother Nature but she never returned my calls. The chaos continues, my mind still clouded, begging the world to one day pick up my call.