The night air sweeping in from the open patio door brought little comfort. I sit here knowing full well this is my moment, over shadowed by cliche and over dramatized by my own thoughts; this is my calm before the storm. Tomorrow will be busy (the pirate pak promo will turn it into a gong show). The day after will be long. Friday........will be interesting. No, no, time is against me the clock is long past midnight, my "tomorrow" has already come, as everything else in my life, it has come too soon, and I know that I am unprepared. But for once as I sit here I cant help but smile, because for once I can see the storm coming. Though my instinct tells me to run, I know in advance that I will not move. Stubbornness aside, this time I will not move because in part it is I that allowed the storm to brew........then en kindle it. Yes it is I the co-creator, and therefore as equally responsible. True, I could call it all off, the violence of the storm would dissipate, the wind would die down by the time of its arrival the rain would be but a soft drizzle as the dark clouds pass by over head. But I'll be damned if I let that happen. No! No, I want to see the lightning split the sky, I want to hear the thunder roll and I want to feel the rain. I want the storm, I want know I'm still alive.
(Only because it amuses me to see how long I can keep this going for, going to make an attempt on have an active blog. Not that I got very far the first time around but it will give me something to do in the days ahead^-^)
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