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 guess I've been thinking
The story mountain we made
And the characters didn't even get their lives told
Because ours crashed and burned before we could handle it
Nope
I'm not going back to school.
I'm going to ignore the back-to-school ads
And shopping trips
The packing
The new outfits
The brand-new pencils
I won't do it
Noise
Warming up
Keys
Fingerings
Chatter
Laughter
The chorale
Stopping
Starting
"Again"
"I know you can do better than that"
Serious but
You also love it
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