The wind is moving the tress.
The sun is hiding the moon.
The storm is coming, and I cannot move.
I just stand in the middle looking from left to right.
I do not know what I see. I just cannot move.
Everything starts to go blur for a while, and the only thing I see are faces.
The faces of friends, enemies, and lovers.
As I stand there surrounded by all, everything starts to fade away.
The faces are disappearing, and my heart is leaving with them.
I used to hate them, but now I realize that I miss them.
They are apart of me, but I know that they can no longer be.
We have to part, and they my hearts open.
My confusion becomes clear.
I am becoming me.