when i am sad, i act normal.
outside it is a gentle tide of water crashing against the sand, sea foam beating against the rocks and the current.
inside there is a hurricane. it is dangerous and i am fighting a battle against something i cannot control.
i am okay i guess, but i cannot speak for the tsunami waves raging amidst my brain.
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poetry"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
