All colors fade to grey.

My heartbeats morph into throbs.

My eyes cloud and glaze over.

I watched the weather this morning.

The forecast never really seems to be in my favor.

 

Used to this. 

Acquainted to this familiar feeling. 

Lightning in my legs, thunder in my back, wind knocked out of my chest, rain streaking down my face, staining my clothes and remaining presidents.

Exhaustion finally reached my soles.

I stopped running a long time ago.

I started adapting a long time ago.

I started assimilating a long time ago.

I started "embracing".

I'll start embracing.

My arms wrap around these storms.

I want to strangle.

I merely fold into this familiar, friendly face.

Yet i dread family reunions.