Unreal
As if, my eyes can see it under the light of tiny stars , an evil fog blocks my view during the day—
my destiny, there it is, so unclear and hazy--yet..
A doom warning to rise, as the depths in the ocean start to shake. But I am still running, mind you, I need a hidding place!
And as I run, the wind digs through my eyes, burning liquid dupes my vision and everything slowly dissolves in it:
My tears too are like the ocean.. not just salty but also.. deep.
A squall reaches the skies, trembles, tremors pump through my body. The skiny land becomes blistering red. Everything is falling apart, the volcano vows to rapture.
And the beat of my heart drums insanely, shivers sprint through my spine. Cold sweat tries to cool off the hot volcano but it rises! Sharply and suddenly until—
I open my eyes.
I open my eyes to the room where I was sitting.
Looking at the stillness around, I realize: the earthquake was internal..but the damage, otherwise!
But who needed an ocean for squall, I defeat the volcanoes everyday..
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