I like storms.
They hurt.
I can see one now, the clouds block
out the sun, reaching high and all powerful into the heavens. The
wind laps at the ground, it pushes and pulls, scrambling greedily for
anything it can hold. They want it, the clouds and the wind and the
hail, they want what lies beneath them. Everything is so perfect, the
storm, so quick and fleeting, wants to hang on to this seemingly
permanent state. And when they all realize that they can't, and even
worse, realize what they crave is as temporary as they are, they
destroy it. And I laugh, because that world tries much too hard. They
try to put up walls, they try to contain themselves, but in the end
the storm wins.
I am safe, I always am. The
storm can't attack my world, it's secure and secluded. But I wish it
could. I wish that the clouds and the wind and the hail could prove
how fragile we are. I wish that they could show us that we aren't any
better. Because we put up walls, our walls are stronger, they don't
let the storm in, and they don't let me
out.
A
200 word drabble, in what hopefully will be a series.
It's from
Holly's point of view, and semi-Artemis/Holly. Cookies if you can
tell me why.
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me why.
Thanks for reading anyway. :D