The tornado has been here for a while, but none of us seemed to want to evacuate. We thought it was best to not speak of it and maybe it’ll just fade away. Now we lie in its destruction, with no words exchanged. We all clearly see its damage, but if we don’t say it out loud- It means it never happened right? Maybe we can clean up the mess without acknowledgement of destruction. My lips remained sealed, because I wished the tornado never happened. Wishing circumstances were different. I really thought me making these decisions would lead to something better than a tornado.
My intentions got lost in reality.