Sitting inside, looking outside. With a glass of wine. A thunderstorm is raging, mirroring my internal landscape. Beautiful. Dangerous. Unpredictable. For everyone, including me. And when the lighting strikes, emotions will explode and cover everyone within reach. Electricity. Lighting. You and me. Never forget.

Maybe we all live on that edge.
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Nice way of writing.
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