Secret Storms

-One of many proses’s I write in regards in my experiences during flight-

No longer content to merely wait and wonder, no longer patiently looming in the distance, shadowy figures bearing forbidden pleasures passing furtively through the walls of your mind, where their dark intentions issue fourth… Far horizons of desires suddenly rushing throughout your consciousness, their secret storms of hidden urges catching fire, passions burn out of control out of the night a soft glow thunderously roars, deafening you to all until you remain transfixed, having been illuminated by a light of realization flowing unto me..

i like how u flow... very beautifull, and smoothly worded

prose is and always will be the most beautifull and expressive forms of literature

Thank you very much! :D