The calm before the storm
'Tis the most dreadful part, isn't it?
Why do we endure it;
Wait it out?
Does it not cross our minds to be prepared?
Or are we just too focused to notice
That we are trapping ourselves,
Making the situation harder to face.
We like to think
That the storm will pass,
Leave everything as it was,
When in reality...
...it could end it all;
Leave you with nothing.
It's an inevitable pattern we go through,
Just clouds forming as we wait for the downpour.
As I sit here
And watch it cycle
I dread the day
That it comes to me again
For we never know
When it will be the last time
That the cycle reaches us,
Or what it will bring when it does.
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How Did You Break In?
RandomThis is just gonna be full of random things that I write. They won't necessarily have anything to do with other books, although there will be a few short stories for them. Otherwise, just random stuff.
