This is a drabble from Holly’s point of view. It’s semi-AH. sNACks to anybody who can tell me why. 😉
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.
There’s probably more to come. Constructive crit is appreciated.