“In this vision, I stare right at the storm with my feet firmly on the ground.
Swiping this single droplet of rain from my cheek,
I bite each word—
I. Want. To. Be. Loved.
But the storm just passes by.
That’s what all storms do.”
(p. 35)
Source: "The Journal of Colours" my debut novel. Dm if you wanna buy.








