Brain Storm

The rain falls outside
Each lightning revives my memory
Each thunder wakes me from my dreams
I find myself in the center of my street
It’s like the rain is washing my soul
and the problems disappear for instants…

This street saw me grow up
all of my child memories are in this concrete
1994 the year I came to this house
the year I met my first friends
most of them were just a shadow of a friendship
only one or two came up to be real friends
the first time I crash was here
but here was also the place I pull my head up
I fight and moved on…

That made me what I am today. . .
What am I … a bitch? A friend?
Well it depends on whom you ask this question!

I think I’m a little bit of everything
although I’m proud of myself
I’m proud of what I conquered
I’m proud of being known as persistent
And if someone wants to know
who are my friends… the answer
is very simple. . .

Think quietly . . .

have you ever been sad and no one saw it but me?
have you ever thought something and I said it before you did?
have you ever thought why doesn’t she just gave up on me yet?
have you ever needed me and I wasn’t there?

If your answer was yes to the fist three and no to the other. . .
you are one them…

And for "the ones"
I now say: Even when I'm a mess I will always stand up for you!