Music screaming the same lyrics back at me that I yell into the empty space ahead of me. The sky continues to light up with no rhyme or reason. I'm ahead of this storm. I'm thriving. I'd give everything away to make it last just a second longer.
The Storm PT1
It was coming. I didn't need the weather man to confirm it on the local news, or for my friends to share the warnings on their Facebook feeds. The storm was coming and even though the black clouds would mix into the moonlight and the wind would destroy everything in its path, I was chasing … Continue reading The Storm PT1