I'm going to go up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and I'm not going to come down.
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
up
I'm going to go up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and up
and I'm not going to come down.