Riding The Storm

 Just in case you were wondering I can feel every break when it thunders and I am not afraid of the crack of a lightning strike or the bite of the pelting rain as I walk underneath even when my eyes rise and rise to the dark skies threatening to fall on me as though I mattered. In this state we are nothing more than what we make and I am nothing more than the words that I breathe.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, i love the way you create an environment, empowering the motive, and the way your thoughts flow onto the parchment of faith, in knowing the dreamer's prayer, and that being to believe.
the word choice you use accentuate the detail, and the imagery is blooming, transporting and beautiful,
you did a marvelous job.