embrace the tornado

These are not happy stories, they are not sad stories. They are insignificant raindrops pattering against my brain that barely encapsulate the thunderstorm. I find my existence bathed in shades of gray that mirror the thunderheads in my eyes. I am a tornado, a chaotic, destructive whirlwind. You are just my next victim. Sound the sirens, I'm touching down, you'll need to seek shelter when I come around.