storms are amazingly powerful manifestations of the Gods in our lives, and for some they are a source of power and renewal. but for me in the last year they have become a dreaded harbinger of suffering and pain that i can not really express to you in words, but i will try.
when they come they fill me with and over abundance of static, and it builds up and discharges inside of me rather than outside of me. they cause every muscle and joint in my body to swell and pulse with this built up static, this causes me to ache and hurt so much all i can do is pray it will pass and i can begin to enjoy live again.
even writing this is a tremendous task, a tedious test of torturous trauma. and then, there is the damp humid weight pressing down on me from the pressure of the storm. And sledgehammer driven body spikes that tear through me every time the lightning strikes anywhere within 5 miles of me. yes i feel every strike as if it had stricken me directly.
one may ask, then if the storms are a sign of the Gods in our lives, why then are you so beaten down by them.
its simple, i stopped feeding like i should years ago, or is it something else?
i am after all a vampire, what could i have done to be forced to suffer like this?
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