Cloudy storm as a string of instruments, a countless blast of thunder that has been ringing for hours doesn’t seem to caught my attention this evening. My mind had been busy since the morning comes, I almost forgot to let the shivers come through. I couldn’t remember though whether the storm were actually happening outside my room or simply in my head, but I could hear them screaming.
Along with the loudest thunder, I spent the rest of the evening screaming on top of my lung, because the only escape I could have afford for today is my own imagination. I’d take the vacation some other time, but as for tonight, as well as some other night that had passed, I count myself to sleep wishing that I have the courage to face what has been written on my calendar.
The Loudest Backyard 