Storms

I’ve been brewing a storm inside myself.

I feel the strong winds from the top of my head to my fingertips. It’s rushed along with my blood, boiling with energy. My thoughts are dark blue, promising the torrential downpour of what I’ve been overthinking. My horizon is fast paced and out of control.

I will be relieved when it rains.

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