A jolting bolt from the blue knocks me senselessly. A dynamic, envigourating vision lifts me off my feet in glory. So brisk and wild. I'm tangled in a bound of ecstasy and light-heartedness. I open and become aware and collapse into the crackling fire of warmth and passion. Wishes granted. Consumed with curiousity. So suductive and alluring. The miserable, wretched, cursed being is left behinde for a new bud has arose. One more authentic, one more adoring. One with their thoughts alive and true. Reality comes that the electrifying storm must pass by. It darkens the heart, but the love is too powerful, too overtaking. It always has and will be there. The raging storm creates peace in all its surroundings. It's accepted and wanted, but can't stay. The thought of its return will keep my empty heart alive through times with the sun. The sun is shining and preoccupied. It is detested for its too natural habitat. It scares me. I need the storm which blows up my mind. It will return. It has become a part of me. It blocks the shifty sun. It truely loves. It is truely loved.Birth sign: Not entered
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