Just Looking Within This Storm

I’m standing outside of my house looking up at the storm overhead thoughts falling like raindrops an indefinite amount of memories paths and directions what if’s and possibilities overlapping this internal suburban scene The raindrops encapsulate galaxies exploding from deep within like gemstones full of fire crowned in a different array of color The black heavens overhead rumbles and cries in thunderous rage giving voice to the turmoil to the conflicts and contradictions which reside yet I remain calm and still trying to look past it all I live in this block of empty houses yet each one has it’s own personality full of items and sensibilities of it’s own with history and sentiment and story a ghost town with only one house with life within Mine What’s outside that can host what’s within how I can translate this world of mine to remain stable while clashing again and again like endless waves of reality meeting dream This version of myself won’t last forever the metamorphosis has already begun and I’m drenched in thoughts and emotions just looking within awaiting the lightening to hit me...