Bolts of electricity tore the sky that night, and the voice of nature roared a threat that has terrified humans for generations.
Laying under the rolling clouds, soaking in wet lumps of soggy water thrown carelessly from above, I realize that fear in silence of the mind is (as touched on in my last blog entry) actually excitement, or exhilaration even.
To lay safe yet vulnerable, unsure but trusting in the passing moments, is to remember that there are ways to experience that are extremely human... actually and physically human, on the most basic level- not influenced by computers or phones or technology, which feed our minds and leave our bodies and souls sadly dying, heartbroken at being forsaken.
And this brings up the minds power over our reality- the chasing of a dream or the wanting of a reality to replace this moment with something better, something different, something more.
It makes me wonder...
What if there is no more? What if there's just you and me and a story we wrote, sitting in the storm?
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