"Heavy..."

"... on my heart"

Storm outside, storm inside me. Rain and wind as I sit on my chair, I listen. It is so loud I can not breathe. Storm inside me. Lost in the nothingness that is rich in doubt. Where to go and what to do, questions about a blank future. Who to be and what to follow, how do people choice their path, how do people make decisions? Do I stay, do I go, to where and for what? I can not deal with me with the questions with the weight. Storm inside me. Miss holidays, time when I can be me, a child. Anyone understand the benefit of being an adult? Storm inside my heavy self.