February 25, 2011

• The cold cradles my heart, the gloom shadows my face, the rain hides my tears and the wind wraps me in its cold embrace creating magic in a moment where there is nothing but pain.

  I love storms, when my heart is high they are this powerful wonder to watch. When my heart is bleeding, they are the emotions within me spilling out, causing destruction inside and all around me. It is supposed to be a bad storm coming, I want to revel in the power of nature while sitting outside, wrapped up in a ball, feeling everything I dont want to be. Instead I will be at work, holding it all in, a mask of happiness on my face watching the storm go on without me.

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