Never underestimate the calm or regard the silence as empty for it is most crowded there in those quiet thoughts…… Storm Front There is always no matter how quietly or how gently the wind stirs a brutal storm brewing within, waiting to burst through the silence of a shadow skin eager to devour the…
I love the storms
how they remind me of you the way you loved with such passionate fury, your dedicated destruction, your comforting calm as the wind in your wings grew weary and you lay breathless where new seeds planted you and you were rooted there in the promising dreams that kept you for a time distant the thunder…
