Stormy Soul

There is a storm inside you.
Dark, brooding, powerful.
Running off you in waves.
They leave me battered and broken.
Against the rocks of your psyche.
Like a piece of driftwood.
Carelessly flung up onto the rocks along Lake Shore Drive

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*dance* Just found out that there is a water arobics class held from 9am-10am at Portage Park. As long as I'm not working I'm going to go. It will be nice as I'll have a mile long bike ride over, then class then a mile bike ride back to home.

will be starting next week, when I should be done with all this hacking up of lungs.