The Right Way to Write a Book

Storms

On some occasions I love storms,

Like how the air smells

And just that it's dark and it feels like I'm not alone, that the sky is screaming too.

But then again, other times it feels like I'm alone,

Really alone,

And I feel the emptiness inside of me.

And just feel like sky,

And think how the sky needs a break every now and then

Where it just kind of breaks down and cries.

And I want to break down and cry,

So much.

But I can't 'cause of family and anxiety and stuff.

There's always something.