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05/04/2003 entry: "A few thoughts during the storm"

As I'm writing this, it's storming terribly outside.
Usually, I would be at the window enjoying the thunder, rain and chaos.
Instead I feel like a reflection of it.

I have taken it in too deeply,
And it pours inside my stomach.
I'm choking on those dark, dark clouds.

I feel as though I want to apologize for something,
But on the other hand I shouldn't have to.

What a slow, queer feeling this is.

There's no real reason for it,
It's simply that from every high there must come a low.

And I suppose that's all there really is to say about it.

Except.. that perhaps I've misjudged my position.
I think I've put myself in the wrong place again,
And though putting myself in that possible right place
May require certain risks be taken..
It could be that it is the only way to cash in, so to speak.

Hmm. Intriguing.