The blackened sky promises more than just rain. The promise of complete destruction knocks on a frail, weathered door. Open door Close door Open door Half way Door falling of the hinges, fresh paint covering the mildew. Strange hands gripping the handle, almost loosening the last rusting screw. The blackened sky promises more than just rain. Syncing with the troubled wind, secretly hoping for the rain. Still The unknown, blackened sky promises more than just rain. Trust the wind, trust the promise of rain. Trust. Blue skies painted black with false hope and broken hearts. Misguided, falling for the promise of rain. Was it wrong to hope, for a little bit of rain?
What makes you, you? The unbecoming The Journey to Greatness The unloved Finding Love The Unholy Finding God The Undoing The Unlucky The Creating Walking Away and Finding Peace. What makes you, you.
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