Days.

And sometimes I am just good.

content, not sad anymore. I feel nurtural and I question if I was ever 

sad in the first place or is this all in my head...

There are day when I am finally just okay,

but my emotions are like the waves in a angry ocean

or a storm in the black of the night....

everything is calm and silent and good. And then out of nowhere the chaos erupts 

and waves crash, drowning out the of the world, wind carries things away and

again my world is just flashes of lights, in the pitch black darkness, my screams and cries lost to the never ending howl of the wind

and the crash of the ocean. 

A.M. 

The End

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