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6 years ago
A dark shadow passed over, an ominous cloud stalking from which there is no shelter, omnipresent.
There is no low ground to escape the danger of a lightning strike at any moment, unforeseeable.
The unavoidable threat and misery of gloomy skies and pouring rain gradually hollows out my soul until nothing is left.
Fields of once beautiful flowers I cultivated, increasingly neglected out of my own misery to the point of wilting and decomposing, until the lack of sun leaves them no more than distant memories. The pain of their absence, excruciating, tears only adding to the growing puddles of rain, an invitation to drown myself.
Unknown others waiting at the fringe of the inescapable darkness; my presence would be a dark omen and leave them forever with the same lingering threat.
When I am struck and fall, alone, the barren soils that once held the most beautiful gardens I was able to grow will remain indifferent to the course of events.
All this as a consequence of trying to escape the storm when I saw it still coming.
There is no low ground to escape the danger of a lightning strike at any moment, unforeseeable.
The unavoidable threat and misery of gloomy skies and pouring rain gradually hollows out my soul until nothing is left.
Fields of once beautiful flowers I cultivated, increasingly neglected out of my own misery to the point of wilting and decomposing, until the lack of sun leaves them no more than distant memories. The pain of their absence, excruciating, tears only adding to the growing puddles of rain, an invitation to drown myself.
Unknown others waiting at the fringe of the inescapable darkness; my presence would be a dark omen and leave them forever with the same lingering threat.
When I am struck and fall, alone, the barren soils that once held the most beautiful gardens I was able to grow will remain indifferent to the course of events.
All this as a consequence of trying to escape the storm when I saw it still coming.
