I heard that lightning never strikes twice, so maybe that was it. You were nothing but a flash of light on a stormy evening. You disappeared as quickly as you came, but you left me blinking in the aftermath with singed hair and a smoldering heart. People say I’m crazy to try again, but I won’t listen. Even as my bones shake from each peal of thunder, I’ll stay standing in this field with a metal rod in my hand, hoping that you’ll come back to me even if it hurts.

k.k. // astraphobia
📷: @krimphotography


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