-Fit For Dispair-

Grey clouds hovering overhead.

No definition of what to do.

Emotions creating a storm.

A storm that will pass in no time soon.

The storm that releases tears of sorrow to rain upon surrounding areas.

No need to take cover.

It's unavoidable.

Peircing screams that make all hairs stand on end.

Wanting to make you sit and breakdown into an uncontrollable fit.

Punches, blow through the air, looking for a hometo relieve everything around.

In the end, curling into a ball, crying, and shaking until you are nothing but a crumpled soul.

No cure.

No being to avoid.

So what to do?

Sit there and take it.

Deal with it.

Let it all rain in a terrential downpour until those precious clouds, disappear.