What is Happening
The sky is blue, the sun's out, the grass is condensating. The outside weather of my area is nice. The weather inside of me is nothing but big clouds of thunder toppling over one another. The thunder is the earthquake inside of me that’s endless. While this goes on, I’m thinking to myself “why shouldn’t I bash my head open against a wall to make it stop.” “How can I make the earthquake stop?” One minute I’m ok. I’m not happy or sad—I’m ok—next I’m drowning in a huge wave or being crushed by a boulder. What is Happening??