Disaster can be enticing.
I want to be the four winds that blow
persistently - until the storm arrives.
A storm that alters the balance.
The shockwaves reverberating against the fabric of reality
impact - where I once stood.
If I were the winds.
What would there be left in my wake
destruction - before the silence.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Disaster can be enticing.
I want to be the four winds that blow
persistently - until the storm arrives.
A storm that alters the balance.
The shockwaves reverberating against the fabric of reality
impact - where I once stood.
If I were the winds.
What would there be left in my wake
destruction - before the silence.
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