I am not your delicate flower; I am the bad weather that tests its will to survive.
I don't give warning signs.
I like to watch you panic.
I can feel your heart beat; taste your pulse through shallow breaths.
I come with all the power of Heaven, but I am here to show you the doorstep of Hell.
Move upon you like the God of War.
The turbulent tempest filled with electric rage.
I am ugly because beauty is a weakness.
I am not here to be appeased.
I will take because you have; destroy because it exists.
I will leave scars on this landscape as well as your memory.
I will make you forever look upon a blue sky with suspicion.
It will only take a change in the wind for you to know that you can never have peace.
Monday, July 27, 2015
I was driving down I-4 on a typical Florida evening. The sun was setting and I was on the exit ramp for my destination. The elevated ramp offered a better view of the golden sky and I captured this fleeting moment.
It looked like an alluring mix between an oncoming storm and a nuclear bomb exploding in the distance.