There was a storm, I didnt cause it but I saw who did. Weak eyes paired with strong lips. Strong opinions on wobbling knees. She was screeching and crying in pain, her bloodshot pupils staring at her back as she felt for the muscles she had once wore with glory, hoping that she wasnt as unsaveable as she felt.

I watched her, unable to get close as dust swarmed around us. Holding up my hand I attempted to shield myself from the debree and still, through split fingers I saw her. I watched as she collapsed and the ground shook with the force of a nuclear bomb. It was terrifying, and as the buildings tumbled and the cars flew in a tall circle around her I was barely able to duck out the way of a wild light pole joining the large mass. It was getting hard to breath with all the dirt in the air but I tried my best. I calmed myself and held onto the concrete with determination while the tornado grew.

I told myself that it was ok, I had been here before afterall and an angel losing her wings was never easy.

I let her scream and cry and yell up at her god for mercy. Still, if im being honest, I dont think he was listening.

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I know updates have been choppy, im sorry bout that I just havent felt really creative lately so I havent been writing. Ima just start write whatever I can though and posting it regardless of if its good or not. Thats the pleasure of having your own blog😛