pounds in my chest,
..breathe..
serenity replaces stress
time is gone
the world disappears around an empty sheet
I am but a vessel..
* The Storm *
across a windstrewn beach
or is it a desert?
Deserted,
devoid of life,
but the air itself
is alive..
A Spark,
electricity charges through the wind
unseen, powerful
A force rends,
bent to contend
with the sweltering heat
rising up and twirling around
whooshing back down
to the ground.
Lost
for a moment,
then found, again
with renewed vigor
triggered,
lashing out.
A shout
is swallowed up in the howl..
vibrations rumble
across the drums of ears,
deafening,
overwhelming the senses,
deadening
the sense..
..of self.
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This is Part One of a stream of consciousness writing series. Part Two can be found here. Comments, critiques, opinions are welcome in the comments... I hope you are looking forward to the continuation of this series.