electric dreams

I have never seen the sky so electric. Its natural display left me in awe while waiting for the traffic light to go green. I love the way the thunderbolts traverse the midnight starless sky. The atmosphere was revamped whenever a vein of light intertwines with the clouds.
Its beautiful.
Just like the sky, I am emotional. The intensity of lighting is within the same gauge of my ability to sense and to suffer. My feelings electrocute my body and never fail to warp my sanity. The only difference is that my actions, although natural, aren’t beautiful at all. They are inscriptions of my recklessness, selfishness and blamelessness.
but then, the lights went green.