August 2011
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had a dream this morning my mother and grandmother were eating in the dining room during a bad storm. I saw a black funnel cone come from the sky that turned into twin tornadoes swirling around each other. I kept yelling that there was a tornado heading for us, but they wouldn’t move and they didn’t care. frustrated, I ran into the basement, but went upstairs because I couldn’t leave my mother alone. the last sound I heard in the dream was hail on the window. I awoke listening to raindrops.
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miles apart, the same storm clouds hover, the same raindrops fall on our roofs
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“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
—Albert Camus (via nekroterrorist)
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the world is too big for my breath to shake it
