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.
Music lives here.
I can feel the rain unleashing behind my eyes
thunderstorms building beneath the keys
lightning strikes with each hit of the timpani.
Music lives here.
I am so creative
So flowing
Expressive
And yet so literal
Precise
Logical
I am a walking 80's cliche
A walking contradiction
I have people who will hold me
Love me
Splash me in sparkles and giggles and emails
And I have people who will hurt me
Snark
Sarcasm
Never really laughing
Never really there
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