What Thunder And Lightning Feel Like.

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I sit here staring through the middle of the night. That and not much more,

The rain trickles, and pours… then trickles… then pours.

As it struggles to find an enduring rhythm, the subtle but unmistakable flashes of lightning tha dance in the accompaniment of thunder.

What feelings wash into my being?

And as my environment washes within itself, I continue to sit and stare– feeling.

It’s funny to witness playing within the boundaries of such moments.

These moments, where nothing seems certain. A complete obscurity,

A desolate experience in itself– though contrastingly relaxing.

Perhaps my yearning for solitude is being embraced in this moment–

Where nothing more but rain, dropping and spreading itself over the cold hard pavement that has been spread into existence to navigate this vast urban infrastructure.

Where is this damp moment taking me?

The outside is in, with my own inside’s out.

Cleanse this emotional obscurity— Quickly.

As I remain sedated in this state of solitary tranquility.

With Introspection,

Littermature

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