Monday, March 08, 2010
The Gloom of Thunderstorms
Like thirsty trees, I welcome this thunderstorm. The floods drown my thoughts, with the rains washing over me, filling that deafening silence which speaks of an emptiness I cannot bear to face. Nature's rock music quells that rising panic that comes with that deafening silence. Yet no matter how much rain pours, and how much hail falls, memories, Truth and reality cannot be erased or washed off. Some say the skies cry; to me it's more like a blanket of comfort and a place to hide. It shelters from the sun, from that sparkling light that reveals all that is plain to see. I hide, behind this pseudo-tent that barricades me from the prying eyes of this Earth, and from my own. I cannot match the energy sunshine brings, only the passivity of the gloom that thunderstorms provide.
5.moon.sky was here at 9:37 am
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