How I So Know....

I am looking at the walls, whispering to me, and then shouting,
Telling me how I could be hanging on a thread,

How I so know that,
Letting the wings of my butterflies creep away from my stomach,
Having a knot tying up a room in my heart just for a glimpse of a face,
Reminiscing an unexpected duet of serenade,
Opening a whole window awaiting for the breeze that warm the corners of my soul,

Can mean sunshine .... or ....
The coming of a thunder...