Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The Tornado

I am sorry to inform you that the tornado does not love you. It was never about your amazing connection or how you were special. You were not going to save him.
It was always about your trailer on the prairie and the roar and crash and the green sky and the sweetness of destruction. The tornado wasn’t thinking of you as he smashed your home to smithereens.
There’s no point in being mad at the tornado but there’s no point in loving him either.
This has happened before. It will happen again. But do not run out of the ruins of your home and spread your arms to the sky to shout, “Tornado, tornado, come back! I’m sorry that I caused this!"