I love this feeling.
The wind on my face,
The fire under my skin
Doused by the rain.
The ominous clouds overhead.
My natural state it what the storm is,
Right now.
It's just how I've always been.
And so when the sky reflects who I am
Like this
Like this storm
It feels amazing.
Like I am fully outside my head,
For once.
Like I can walk among the thunder
Jog with the steady downpour...
A brilliant storm,
But not the inescapable one in my body.
A storm that
Can free me.
I don't
Open at your words
Your touch
I don't
Listen to
Anyone anymore.
I am completely in my head.
I know we don't have time for this mess.
I do it anyway.
I don't
Pay attention.
"I don't care," I say.
Don't care.
Don't.
Do not.
Don't want to.
Can't.
Scared to.
You look at me.
Ask, "What about your friends?"
Yes, what about them, self?
I was...what was I?
I was happy.
I was free.
I had such a rush of a year
That I forgot...everything else.
Full steam ahead
Days blurring
Like a train.
Plowing through.
I warned myself.
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