Thursday, September 30, 2010


The beauty of what is.

I'm laid across the leather couches in the sun room. All the blinds drawn up, all the windows open.
The sky is gray and the clouds are rolling.
The wind is strong and blowing paper all around the room.
The smell of rain pierces through the air.

Its going to be a beautiful storm.

The room's dim and moodly.
Its cold. The way I love it.
so powerful.

My skin tingles, a chill runs down my spine. my arms. my sides.
Goose bumps.

Awww what the hell?
the wind blew the clouds away =[ now its just a blue sky....


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