尺Οメ尺Iᜥ𐌰L

People say fire is their fuel, but in my case it’s lightning that keeps me beating. When it rains, I look at my feet and tell myself to dance, because each drop of rain dance when they hit the ground, and I don’t want to dance with anyone else, but the rain. Something about a tornado always gives me flashbacks of my past, it always picks up the trash and throws it right back. But I’m still missing one more thing, and that is my soul. And that’s why I search for rock that gives me insight on what I must seek, and reasons why I stand on two feet