The storm in you will always be in alert.

The stormy weather and the clouds with your clarity to think intertwined.
The waves of fear clash with wrath and heavy burden, held by barricades you've set as personality.
Constantly unsettled by rattling anxiety.
Conditioning atmosphere that sets you up for destruction, absorbed by the blood that runs in your roots. Led by your creators will. Reproched sea of calmness feard by the Faithless. Created by the foolish.
For who more foolish than i to create such a world with a damaged heart.
This storm you created under the circumstances has led you to a path that is narrow, clouded by rain made of self loath, winds stonger than the...