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.
Shattered moments
Gathering in my mind
Like when we went blueberry picking
And gave up on it
Because there were only a few ripe ones
And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good
Nostalgia
I love this place
This camp
Third year
With my cousin best friend
And...it feels like school
There are people from school
Which
Even if I like them
Makes me tense up
I
t o r e
all the flowers down and
p u n c h e d
the waves until they
s h a t t e r e d
like icy glass and I
c h a s e d
the grassy road till its end
s t o m p i n g
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