"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

a small stone crashes through

Stormy grey-blue crashes over me,
Streaked with shots of electric white.
Booming thunder resounds through my head
Rendering me speechless, breathless,
but with a mind that reverberates amplified feedback
And nothing to do with it.

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