There has always been a storm inside me, for as long as i can remember i have been a storm internally. I felt as though i could never get over the bad things. As i grew older people kept telling me that... To let go, let go of all the bad things. But i always feared that with losing the bad I'd lose the beautiful just the same. A storm is both chaos and calm. Beauty and ugly. Soft and hard. Loving and hateful. You could never have one without the other... And i am one and all. So i never gave up my storm. Even if it still stings when i think about the beautiful chaos that is and has been my life...