a year ago
in the smothering heat of the summer
i asked myself
why i couldn't breathe
even though the rains were over
what i didn't realize
was that i was standing in the eye of the hurricane
and all around me
swirled the perfect storm
so now
as the calm sunsets of the spring draw to a close
i am here, lying in wait
for the winds to pick up once again
YOU ARE READING
Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
