by Alan Thomas
the ceiling of the sky is so heavy; you are melting. an ominously expansive sound explodes beyond itself. you turn away from the ocean to see the sound, as it burns your eyes with a deafening roar. a monstrous and twisting wall of wind is propelled violently towards you. your limbs seem filled with liquid concrete, and they vibrate awkwardly as you forget how to breathe. you fear the storm will annihilate you entirely, as you close your eyes to escape and awaken from the dream.
Alan Thomas aspires to humanness, and writes because the voice of the immeasurable beauty of life does not speak English.