The thunder cracks, shatters onto the earth, yearns for a glimpse of the impossible, and it silently shouts....then shuts its eyes in anguish to let out another tear in its soul.
Just as I do when I think of you.
But closing my eyes only makes things worse. So I have no choice but to keep them open.
YOU ARE READING
intrusive thoughts #wattys2017
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