obelisk 2022
The Power of Odile
I lie shivering under covers as the crackle and batter of thunder and lightning bash the earth just as the monster it is
I hear the horror of the wind and rain tearing apart the paradise I call home chattering against tin roofs sending chills down my spine
I yearn for the comforting sunset to reappear the vibrant streaks of red , orange , and yellow a comforting mirage on the water The memory warms me lulls me to sleep All falls silent and I drift into a dream that helps me forget about everything For now
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