I shout and shout at the storms

I shout and shout at the storms within
But they do not obey
Rather they rage on
Because I am not like that one
Who yelled three or four words once
To the subsuming terror and it stopped
Like that. Or I do not know I am
Like that one. I am wet, ravaged. 

A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q