Slight.
There lives a storm raging, continually changing, expanding and taking all it sees in the deepest recesses of my soul. It twists and writhes over seas, over mountains, over every thing that breathes and reaches out of me. The slightest detail on my face is read to mean the curious thing beneath the surface. So close, outsider, observer... You're so close but you're a little more than off. Don't try harder, don't get caught in the storm that rages in my heart.