|The storm will still be.
||[Jan. 27th, 2014|01:13 pm]
The connection to the deepest pain you feel is understood by those who have felt this pain themselves.|
Living through the adversity and the torments of the mob.
The mob always trying to control the individual.
The individual always trying to shine, and flicker as they will.
Part, and yet still separate.
Moving in the wayward oceans as understanding fails so many as the waters rise.
The pressure builds and it has to be released somewhere.
Then the mob surprised by the action thought to be reactionary by the individual.
Though the individual rose up to become the storm, and they wonder of it's power, and they wonder of it's stroke.
Though this storms impression will exist long after the storm itself has left.
Long after the storm has lost it's name, longer after the storm.
The storm will still be.