1.2.08 | Winter Storms
Restless mind racing, eyes like black charcoals, i twitch, toss and turn in my bed, unknowingly in tune to the weather as a pulse burns through my core, leaving me drenched in anxious sweat and simultaneously exhausted.
Why can't i sleep?
And the room shatters from inky black to vibrant blue and purple and back to an even deeper hue of black in the blink of an eye.
Of course! This is the reason why i cannot sleep. I throw back the sheets and stand naked at the window gazing out into the deep night.
And the thunder drums forth it's deep chiming beat, leaving me shivering with a deep joy in the cold winter airs.
Quickly i reach for my clothes, my keys and my longest trench-coat, then head for the door with a ferocity that would just kill you if you looked into my eyes- Twice as quickly if you got in my way.
And i burst through the door like a gunshot from a starting pistol, like water tearing down a dam, grinning defiance wildly into the hailstones and vicious wind that tears at my face with chilling sharp fingers.
The storm resonates within me, the freezing rain and hail reach through my clothing and i am drenched and shivering violently in seconds. I do not notice. I do not care. I am exultant. Today a thunder god laughs and i throw my head back and laugh also.