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The Storm
I really don't know anymore. It's not just one thing. You know how sometimes there's a storm a few days out and you KNOW it's coming but you don't know how? Maybe the sunset looks different, maybe it's the air changing, maybe it's the birds flying away, yet the collection of all the feelings builds up to one single point: there's a storm brewing. And sometimes you're wrong and that's fine, everyone is wrong sometimes. And sometimes you don't see it coming but that's alright too. It's that middle ground, when you're not sure if things are warnings of what's to come, or if it's just in your head. That's the part that scares me, not the being or nonbeing of the storm, but the possibility of making a storm that isn't really there.

Written: Thu Jan 25 2018