The winds howl and the rain sobs

The striking notes of windchimes can be heard above it all

To some, the sound means grief and fear

But I like to think that they dance with the storm

In ectasy.


Sidenote- This post was actually meant to be published a week ago but I scrolled down my dashboard today and found out I hadn’t actually clicked the ‘Publish it’ button. My gosh. So now, embarrassed, I present it to you today. 🙂


About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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