Weathered
Earthquakes, winds, hurricanes, tornadoes, fire.......they all have a way of controlling my mind. I am at war with the atmosphere. I fight to try and not be consumed by the weather. I broke free from the chaos that pursued me even in my sleep. I couldn’t imagine letting it bring me to my knees. I have looked at the world through the eyes of a child. All I wanted was for my feelings to be pacified by the simplest methods of treatment. The chemicals; they could not help in a time of psychological warfare. I turn inwardly in these moments to find a little strength within the memories of my knowledge. One can find a sense of self preservation through the ability to control the atmosphere. I love breathing in the cool air and letting out the fire that once consumed every question of doubt. I will find peace once more. I will..... I will..... I will.....I will.... I will......get over myself. I am in love with the atmosphere.
