i'm addicted
to the looming grey outside,
the deep angry clouds.
they comfort me.
i'm addicted
to the violent crash of thunder,
the dangerous lightning.
they excite me.
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daydream//a collection of poems
Poetry.+*thinking is all i'm good for, but I think I think too much. what's there to not think about? i'm lost.*+.