I hear thunder, it's funny how it's a reminder, all in all. I'm used to it now, though it might always remain funny to me, what you've become to me.
The idea of greatness, the need for something greater.. You and that great sense of humor, a sinister smile.. A voice I often won't hear for a while, with a constant stare. Even if I ignore you, the image is there. Just to remember what if feels like to reach for stars undiscovered, unnamed, unseen, untamed.. yet never intimidated, in it's burning fury. I bury my face in my hands, but there's no denial. I always wish such a feeling would stay for a while.