so there i am waiting by the docks
kicking and swishing my feet
in the murky, shallow water below
eyes intent on the horizon
i am expecting yet another storm
i know that it must be looming
just beyond my field of vision
so i keep waiting, ever vigilant
every time the wind blows
i build another shelter
just to tear it down again
when the rains never come
so now i sit in a pile of rubble
wondering how i ended up here
the last time i was caught off guard
the waters nearly swept me away
i won't let that happen again
so i keep watching, waiting
and don't believe them when they say
the storm is only in my head
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
