Chapter III – The Storm

It breaks me down to pieces and then it gets me right up to the sky where I get to play with any planet I want. It’s like the earth stops and there is no one alive except for you and him.

In those moments, I got to forget the most important to me, so that’s when I realized that Fuck!! I’m screwed!! What is this?? Where does it taking me?? Am I nuts?? Is it going to last for only a moment or it will keep me hanging forever more?

Somebody pictured me to be a tornado that everywhere it goes, leaves traces that remain in time. I asked him: why would you say something like that? Tornadoes are not good for human kind; they destroy everything in their path. He replied: yes, but there are some people that just love tornadoes and they wait their entire life for one to come in their life. I am not sure I get what he meant to say. Maybe he was right, but then again, who is the soul mate of a tornado? And what does a tornado with a storm of emotions do?

One day I am high, the next I’m low, why does it have to be like this? Why am I a tornado? In a way he was right. I am a tornado. I get so furious sometimes that I want to destroy everything in my way just to release the pain. But then again why? Why do I enjoy living only at the extremes? Why can’t I be normal or enjoy normal feelings like others do? I am looking forward for the explanation of my twisted mind. There just has to be one.

If I am to describe some of my high moments in my life I guess I would say I had like only 3, when I actually felt something out of the ordinary. The first two times it was just for a second and I had no feelings what so ever for the persons in cause, and the third time, well, the feeling lasted more… But will it last? I don’t really think so, but that’s just the idea of this story… to see where it takes me )