Stormdaze

 I think the beauty of me is in the storm that sweeps my mind. How my flaws find me and wreak havoc on who I thought I was. Overthinking. A flurry of my own doing to bring myself back to me once more. And that’s quite a feat. A silent power. When you see me, it may be a melodic smile, yet there’s a brooding thunderous boom that wrought it in.