#im so sorry its late but aaa pls accept me

There’s a woman in the steamed glasses of my window and she’s staring at me. She carries a force within her mightier than the raging storm outside. I close my eyes; she’s too much. I just listen to the roaring thunders instead. Suddenly she screams! I pop my eyes back open. She’s furious. You can see it in her eyes. They’re burning with anger, with passion. She doesn’t like to be ignored. She’s begging me to look at her. I can’t; she’s too much. She starts pounding on my window. I turn my back at her and move farther back into the room. The pounding grows louder. I climb onto my bed. She’s screaming now. I hide under the covers. She’s crying outside. I close my eyes. She could break my window any second now. I brace for the impact; I wait. And wait. It doesn’t come. 

I peek outside my covers and…she’s gone. There are scratches on the window where she used to be on. ZZZZZZ PANG! Lightning strikes the empty window and it finally breaks into pieces of angry shards. It is defeaning; pieces falling to the floor and thunder howling in the night. But then, in the absence of a window, I see…a glimpse of her. On the skies. The wind fighting her hair, the moon brushing her face in silver glow. She’s running in swift circles, chasing lightning all on her own—because I was too scared to chase it with her.

I shiver, but not from the cold. She is magnificent. The world is not ready for her, I thought. But I know that’s not true. It’s just me. I am not ready to show her off to the world.