a tornado

you and i, we are standing on a porch, looking out into the distance.

we are smiling.

its warm and sunny, but there is a summer-haze, so we cant see much very clearly...

just what is right in front of us.

we've heard about a tornado en-route and we are standing in its path.

we can feel it looming.

the air is so heavy and the day is just dragging on and on.

we wait.

we wait for it to hit.

but we aren't scared.

we refuse to move.

we know this tornado is going to ruin our lazy day together.

we are probably going to have to do some damage control after it hits...

but we ready for it to come crashing down on us and everything around us.

we are ready.

always.

thats us.

we are the waiting game.

we cant control what we know is coming, but we can see.

and we want so badly to control it all.

and we try to.

we try very hard.

well, just so you know,

i'll never give up.

because i'll never tire of you.