I've always been fascinated by clouds.
They way they float together, becoming one and splitting apart.
Changing each other and creating new forms.
It has occurred to me that people are much the same.
We come together, impacting and changing the lives of each person we come in contact with.
Sometimes we split and become two different things.
Sometimes we softly drift apart.
And sometimes we drift together again after a long time.
It is in that reunion that storms are born.
Thunderstorms of emotion,
hurricanes of repressed feelings,
beautiful lightning storms of something new and brilliant.
We drift and we collide and we tear ourselves apart, each of us hoping to find a storm we want to live inside of forever.
A space for me to empty my brain of all the poems, letters, and half-finished stories that swirl around in my head all day.
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I am a person made of words. Phrases stitch my limbs together. Stories fill my head like flowers fill a vase. Words are etched into my ...
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Legend says that something supernatural and sinister lurks beneath the surface of the water calling sailors to their deaths. Talons and fang...