The Calm and the Storm His eyes were clouded over skies casting shadows on her heart. And she was light, half sunrise and part sunset. He loved her like a storm. Like a dark cloud looming above her, threatening to break open and pour out everything inside him. His heart was made of thunder, beating louder and louder with each flicker of lighting reflecting in his eyes. She wanted him, but not because he was like darkness, but because he was strong and moved through her like a sudden storm passing over the most beautiful blue sky. Sometimes he was like the wind, unpredictable and fierce, but still soft enough to catch the free strands of her hair and gently pull it through his fingers. She was like the sun. Warm and bright, she shone through his darkness and bathed his life with light. She was stunning in the morning and brilliant in the evening. She showed him a world full of vivid colors, above the dull grays of heavy clouds. He loved her because she was the calm after his storm.
I Was, I Am, I Will BeI. I Was20 years ago, I was born. My parents' first baby, a girl with red hair and a smile that made people go "aww she's so sweet", like they do with most babies.I was beautiful, soft and warm and they called me Sierra.Sierra like the jagged sharp mountains covered in snow;beautiful, but cold and rough.I was a contradiction from the beginning.After some time, I spoke my first word,"Daddy"I remember when my father was my daddy. When he picked me up in his strong arms and I would snuggle close because everything felt safe there. He called me princess. I was his baby girl always and forever.My mother was my mommy and she was the prettiest person in the world. She tucked me into bed at night and read me stories. She put bows in my hair.A year went by. On my first birthday I took my first few steps, and everyone was so proud of me. Everyone was so excited about everything I did. But as the years progressed, it got harder and harder to make them proud of me.II. I AmI am a girl w
I Plan On Living ForeverShe climbs up on the ledge of the bridge and stands there looking out over the water."Be careful." I warn.Neither of us says anything for a long time. Her eyes catch the light of the sun, trapping the glow in their depths of green. I watch as strands of her hair come loose from her ponytail, the wind gently carries the pieces of hair in its currents."The sky is my favorite piece of art, ever. Just look at those colors." She smiles and spreads her arms as if trying to embrace the sky itself. She is so beautiful; I can't make my eyes look away. "You know, I'm tired of people telling me to be careful." She says still staring off into the distance. "Why should I be careful? If I was careful, I wouldn't do half the things I do. I would be boring."I chuckle. "I don't think it's possible for you to be boring.""No," she says, "I would be…" She pauses to jump down from the ledge, now standing directly in front of me. I smile at how much taller I am than her; she has to bend her head back