I think you can drive anybody mad. I had a weary time in the storm of you.

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I think you can drive anybody mad. I had a weary time in the storm of you.
I eagerly sought a most violent storm, the thunder burst from the heavens. With curiosity I stood, the dazzling light entirely reduced to the laws of electricity.
I've noticed, some things have to grow wild in a storm, erect and defiant.
I was lost in a storm. My heart wished I had wings and could ascend instead of sinking down an abyss.
The splash of the rain on the sea waves encourages a step towards the fierce weather of the storm.
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.