It was a gusty storm inside my heart.
Our relationship was uncertain, controlled by fear, doubt, and jealousy.
We were two committed lovers, victims of a wrongful marriage.
We needed a result and a passage out of that chaos.
But, hope had retreated the skeletons of our past, survived those imaginary borders, consumed our freedom.
It was a gusty storm inside my heart. Nothing has changed darling, we’ve just mellowed.

Artwork by Krzyzanowski