hollow spirits

1. Chapters are dead

I am the weather, my mother is dead. Why? Firstly we talk about the weather, specifically me being the weather. That is the start in a sense, It is sensible to start a story at the start, though, people aren't often sensible and therefore don't often start at the start, even if they think they do.

I was sleeping when I became the weather. First It was fog, I was high. When I woke up my hair was frizzy, I was angry. And still slightly stoned. The lightnight started. I walked home, somehow now not getting hit. Somehow not giving a a fuck. When I fell asleep I dreamt of clouds.

I never really understood emotions, I mean, I did but I didn't understand being emotional, even though I was, I guess they were always something to be supressed and hidden for me, When my friends, parents, siblings and even strangers got emotional I would, maybe I still do, feel disgusted, repulsed even. And I hated myself for hating them for being what was natural, just not for me.

So, when the weather started connecting to these emotions which i'd been denying having I have to admit I was startled.

A/N
I know it's a bit abstract and I don't know if it will go anywhere but honest thoughts and ideas for new chapters and characters. Sorry its so short btw but I'm just getting started