the storms

vacances nouvelle angleterre usa alone
the windows are open
i can taste the rain and the heavy air is weighing on me
so close to everything and yet…
everything is a dream now.

donga co sa bénin i am not sure if i welcome the rain or not. the pressure sinks into my slowly beating heart, my tired eyes and soul. i embrace the clean mist that sweeps away this dust that is holding me back, and the thunderstorms that i can scream into. there are the empty moments that we filled and now my hands try to stay busy alone. there are miles and oceans to come, but nothing is real.

http://holedecided.live/2019/06 syndrome de marfan ophtalmologie the storm has stopped now, the raging into the night leaves me drained.

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