It's easy to be happy when you feel like you've got it all.
It's even harder to be satisfied when what you've got isn't really yours.
Knowing at any minute the dream you've been living could fade away.
Realizing your castle is made of clouds and one one day it was bound to rain.
Everyday you wait.
Wait for the skies to turn grey.
The lightening doesn't come but you hear the thunder on the horizon.
But is it really thunder?
Maybe its just the sound of your own heart pounding in your chest.
Each beat louder than the last.
Passion. Anxiety. Fear. Panic. Anticipation.
Each beat louder than the last.
So loud it drowns out your thoughts.
The thoughts that tell you everything is ok.
The thunder is rolling in.
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