Today I choose the violence of emotions.
Tomorrow I will get the silence of clarity.
The weather is weird inside.
Sometimes it rains, then the sun is out again.
Sometimes the storm is dangerous
But I prefer the storm
From the endless droughts.
I am used to silence
And I almost conquered
the stability of mind.
But some poisonous thoughts still roam inside sometimes.
I let them free
But I will not feed them again.
Because I prefer them from the death of emotions.
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