I can feel it brewing but hope I can escape before the storm hits. Before my emotions come crashing down. No time to stop and think about it, to process what’s happening. It’s survival mode. I grab the rain coat and just keep moving on.
Why can’t I explore the feelings as they rise? When will they erupt from deep down inside?
The storm is chasing me no matter where I go. I guess I’ll keep moving. Fearing. Anticipating… chasing hope in this endless cycle.