My word vomit book

Eye of the hurricane

There was no way life was going to stay perfect. I was in the eye of the hurricane.

All was perfect all was calm, for now. They said the sides of the eye were roughest. But then how long have I been there. And when did I even enter the hurricane in the first place.

I tried to remember but that wasn't a life living. As it came everyone was scared I knew that much. The rain came down harder by the second.

But if I was ever going to live a life living, I had to do this. And life is always beautiful in the eyes of danger. So in I went and life flashed quick and fast.

But now it stopped. And all was calm. And life seemed to be perfect.

But that was all metaphorically speaking of course. Eventually things would get rough again. But for now things were calm and perfect.

And I hoped things stayed this way.

This isn't really a poem but you know. Oh well. This was the beginning to a twilight fanfic I started back in July in the notes on my phone. It didn't last long and my short fling with twilight was ended by realizing how bad they were and by starting TMI.