people are like rocks
there are billions of them
when you look from afar,
they all look the same
but if you look closer
you notice slight differences
each one is different
yet they are still dull
unless covered in water
then they shine
they illuminate
they are the definition of brilliance
but it's not permanent
no
soon enough
they dry off
and only leave memories of what they once were
YOU ARE READING
tempest
Poetrywe are all tornadoes of thoughts and feelings and loves and hopes and fears and this is my eye of the storm
