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Writer's pictureNick Villers

The Difference Between Thunder and Lightning.

Tears shed on the memories provoked.

Substance remains, remembrance withholds who cares to absorb.


Sorry is here to hope he listens.


This quaint dark room only listens to those who hear the rain running off the porch.

It’s a time where no one listens except the sky.


Remain in inquiry as the wind yells. There’s a reason behind it all.


As the wind settles our eyes start to droop. Trust where you fall and live your life.


Wake up and take it as you will.

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