emerald

it´s dark and stormy, the wind is whipping my face, tangeling my hair and blinding my sight.
my glasses all teared up, the rain almost frosty hail, cutting flesh and thoughts into pieces.
on my way home i ride along the little smushy river. it is surrouned by surreal looking trees, characters out of a gloomy, somber fantasy dream.
there is a feeling swelling in my chest. it gathers itself from a formless mass into a howl that disrupts my masks and brickstone walls and tenement halls in one forceful blow that echoes in the wild pangs of the stormy wind afflicting its love upon the earth.
a small, solitary light appears in the obscure. it´s dangeling from one side to the other, soon a silhouette emerges, a lonesome bike rider in the night. as she passes I shout a hello! like a crystal clear bell my voice rings through the tempest, my feet soaking wet, my eyes half blind against the pouring rain.
long gone, the forlorn person just images in my mind now. but the pure joy that suddenly breaks through in a brilliant smile lets the night disappear in miliseconds. the single moment of hello between complete strangers of a grey city, in a stormy night, brought back the innermost awareness of
I AM