Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Deep within the realm of sleep, she sat solely. Eyes focused squarely on the distant horizon she watched as her dark clouds grew. As if on cue and sensing the wonder in her eyes, toward her across the sky the storm did ramble.
In awe she watched as the altitudes covered heaven and slowly fell within the darkness devoid of light. With the wind she felt coolness in its breath and the hairs on her arm began to dance. Searching for emotions, not feeling, enjoying just the numb, in awe she continued to be. The storm was not in awe and with a voice of anger, spoke.
A single clap of thunder stopped her heart and being human, flinched. In that one moment her eyes blinked, the storm did not and rolled right in. Alone with darkness all around; the storm began to breath as if to knock her down.
A backward step of balance jarred her from the stance of awe. Caught off guard she screamed obscenities at the storm. Not wanting to let the towering darkness knock her down a stance of defiance over came her. The storm cocked its eye, lifted a brow and began to take note.
Defeat, fear, isolation; are weapons of the storm. Awe, numbness, defiance; are counteractions of its prey. A violent clap of submission and with it comes the rain. Molecules of moisture falling; invoking feeling, they are together deep within a dream.
The storm wept tears of misunderstanding; of the evilness it did not hold. The girl soaked up the tears, washing away her darkness and felt one with that which held the altitudes of heaven.
Crap, wake up. I have to go vote, maybe that is why I dreamed of storms.
I may be gone until Friday I haven’t made my mind up yet but I will be around.