I want the storm to come. I am unbelievably bored. It is too quiet. too still. I cant listen to these thoughts any longer. I am always wishing for the future....the next storm. Though I know when it hits, It wont cure the stagnant air I seem to be crushed by. No amount of water could wash away the deep hurt I feel in my chest, the aching for something more. What is it that I want so badly? Perhaps I want something that does not exist in my lifetime. Perhaps I should just lie still and wait...however long it takes...its all I can do.
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