The sky inside me didn’t shatter in a single moment. It gathered itself slowly, thin clouds at first, almost harmless, drifting across something that used to be blue.

When you left, it wasn’t just silence that followed. It was a widening. A quiet stretch of air where warmth once lived so naturally. The space didn’t scream; it simply expanded, pressing against my ribs until my heart felt like a storm-bound sky, heavy with rain that didn’t know where to fall.

The birds that once nested there have gone still. Even the softest breeze feels different now, as if it carries the memory of what used to be. Some nights, thunder moves gently through my chest, not violent, just deep and low, reminding me that lightning once touched something tender and split it open.

In that dim light of life, I find myself searching for the version of me who stood beneath a clear sky without realizing how rare that calm was.

This storm belongs to me now. It grew in the space that was left behind. Even though it aches, I cradle it with care. Because storms, too, are a kind of weathering. They reshape the land gently over time. They teach the sky how to open again. And somewhere beyond these clouds, warmth still exists, waiting patiently for the air to clear.

රිදෙන්නේ දැනෙන නිසාය, දැනෙන්නේ ආදරේ නිසාය……..

Coming in March 2026