Imagine you're on a warm, sunny beach. The air is crisp and clean. Being away from the city, without all the smog.
You can finally breathe. Nothing could go wrong it seems.
But then all of a sudden storm clouds cover the sun. The same color and thickness of all the smog from every city combined. Dark and grey and suffocating. Thunder roars in your ears. Lightning strikes the ground. Wind is whipping everything around you. Trees and cars being lifted off the ground right in front of your face. You run for shelter. Thinking you're safe.
But your shelter is right next to the ocean. And you're not prepared for when the waves come crashing. They rise and crash into you like a truck. Knocking you over. Pushing you this way and that. You're gasping for air. You can barely control yourself. But eventually the storm subsides. You're left tattered and worn down from trying to keep yourself afloat. It takes awhile for you to regain your composure. But eventually you dry. The sun comes back out. The air is crisp and clean. The smog goes away. You can finally breathe. Nothing that bad could ever happen again, it seems. So you're okay. For now.
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Stupid Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of experimental poems. They're cool, I guess. You'll just have to check them out for yourself.
