9:26pm, rain. the gods
must've heard my cries
of distress.
or maybe i alone caused
it all, nature a reflection
of myself, my element
reacting for me. rage in
thunder, sparks of lightning
as the angry sobs of my
soul's despair. the incomplete
answer to my questions of
humanity, the future. it's all
a bit dim and blurred in the
downpour, maybe just wait
a bit until the rain settles.
the thunder and lightning
won't last, the rain is
harmless. unless it accumulates
so much so it floods us. but
we won't let it accumulate. oh
no, no we can't let it do that.
About Me
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- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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(or when it's like, an ARCTIC BLAST that freezes your bone marrow. but other than that, wind is the best.)
I really like the ending, and I can't exactly articulate why that is but still.
Lighting & thunderstorms are the best.
that storm shook my house.. >.<
but it was refreshing, no?
This is good.
I like the part about nature being a refelction of yourself.
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