we miss the best clouds,
you know.
sure,
white fluffy clouds
on sunny days
are nice,
but nothing beats
the roiling and churning
storm clouds
covering every sliver of light
and pouring rain and lightning
on the world like
a heartbroken lover,
lost for the first time
in who knows how long.
those clouds,
imperfect and angry,
are my favourite.
i've always found it easier
to find stories in
the storms than
the sunshine,
and maybe that says
something about me.
or maybe i'm just used
to a different kind of thunder.
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Unbreakable
PoesiaNOUN 1. Unable to be broken, indestructable. "She wasn't yet, but one day she'd be unbreakable, free from the chains that held her." //BREAKABLE book #2// The daily ramblings and thoughts of a girl just...
