meh.
the wind outside is so insane. the trees swaying back and forth branches falling. in huge gusts at random things are a disaster. yet its beautiful.. I can sit here in the chaos and not be bothered by the destruction around me. I can remain at calm and ease. but in my mind, its the same as the current weather here. unpredictable and chaotic. I know myself so well that I physically have to move my body to get my thoughts to stop racing. I hate this.. I feel like a pet waiting eagerly for the there owner to come home. im unaware of how long it actually is, as soon as they leave im in full panic. yet I will sit and be patient like I always do..
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