September 1, 2007
a storm is raging inside my skull black clouds and wierd shadows silently scream out to anyone who might hear in answer the sky opens and cries wildly in heaving sobs its fresh water tears rolling down my face in place of my own salt ones and i run hard and laughing through the shower my thoughts dissolve and leave me with only bitter joy that swirls around and through me i try to catch it to keep it but somehow its always blows away like a storm

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