Storm Clouds are a Brewin’..

Every bone in your body is screaming for you to turn around and walk away.. but you can’t. You are awe struck as a deer looking blindly into headlights, you can’t move. Sucker punched by the sheer force of it, intrigued by it’s beauty, you stand frozen. Your course has been plotted out, your masthead has been set. No amount of intervention or pleading can turn your ship around. You have a disastrous date with destiny and no matter how dark the storm clouds, you will move forward, praying serendipity will be kind.

“The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.”
― Emily Brontë, The Night is Darkening Round Me

What I’m listening to: 


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