As I watch the storms lightening flickering like a light bulb
I’ am afraid but I can only think of one thing my friends.
They all are like a storm in one way.
Fears yet calm, bright yet dark, quiet yet loud, fast yet slow and colorful yet black
I use a storm in a way no other man can I see things from a different perspective.
My job in life is to see things differently form others. I hear sounds of a storm I think what they should be rain hitting the ground, the elder gods crying
Thunder gods running, lightening new birth on earth. Every thing reminds me of them the people who make me who I’ am am today and
I think them for that all my friends’ together make the largest storm
We make the choice.