November152011
I am a raging rage.
A volcano, once dormant now explosive.
Once fireworks were beautiful, now just one big fury filled blast, heard for days, felt for months, oddly however seen by few.
It’s hard to keep a volcano dormant.
Dormant or not any more, I am this spewing volcano. Raging. With the occasional fuel that I wish I didn’t have, making each blast louder, more violent.
