The feeling
Of rain inside, the storm, the cold, the darkness. The need to keep the lights off, to forget all the chaos and oppression for a moment.
Waves crashing inside my head threaten to topple even the sturdiest buildings, a sailor in the midst of the waves, pleading for mercy, but not a lighthouse in sight, in this cold storm where the fog wears heavy garments.
So I give up and lie curled up in this cold, battered boat of fragile wood. I sigh as I merge with the cold wind of my thoughts.
Of rain inside, the storm, the cold, the darkness. The need to keep the lights off, to forget all the chaos and oppression for a moment.
Waves crashing inside my head threaten to topple even the sturdiest buildings, a sailor in the midst of the waves, pleading for mercy, but not a lighthouse in sight, in this cold storm where the fog wears heavy garments.
So I give up and lie curled up in this cold, battered boat of fragile wood. I sigh as I merge with the cold wind of my thoughts.
