Thunderstorms and Matchbox 20

Memories come whirling around me like the wind that’s picking up outside before the storm. The beautiful, daily storms in Florida when I was younger. I remember so vividly standing in the street as the wind picks up and the clouds roll in. Then the rain starts and you hear it and see it coming at you like a sheet.

Listening to Matchbox 20 – Mad Season makes me remember a good friend. Someone I still consider to be a good friend and love very much. I just don’t love him the way he wanted me to and because of that he’s lost to me now. Someone who refused to speak to me ever again because it didn’t go the way he wanted. I hope he’s happy at least.

We both loved thunderstorms and we shared a few great ones together. We shared Matchbox 20 too.

Words was written from a conversation we had. One of the last ones.

If you’re gone maybe it’s time to come home. There’s an awful lot of breathing room but I can hardly move.