• catineous 6w

    I go to bed feeling fine
    Then the wind picks up
    And my brain starts to whirl
    And a tornado worth of feelings
    Destroys my connections with the outside world
    It comes crashing and causes my eyes to shed tears worth a dozen words each.
    Morning comes and the storm subsides so it's little more than a dark cloud in the sky

    ┬ęcatineous