ENTRY DESCRIPTION
It was a blizzard day with a weather warning. It was dark.
The tree that once lost one arm in a typhoon remains unstable. Still, the other arm has no choice but to grow onward.
A small boat, owner unknown, was pulled around playfully and moved from place to place. Later it was buried in the sand.
The blizzard never stops and the waves keep roaring. It never stops.

I think about my death, and even though I think I understand it, I don't know what it is. The destruction of things, the death of creatures, the collapse of order, the death of people. These are the things that show us "what it seems like.
Order only needs to be on the outside. Inside, there should be a chaotic vessel that accepts it.

Then I feel that I can find myself in the chaotic blizzard scene. The "natural order" that was hidden inside me.

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AUTHOR
I am bipolar and developmentally disabled. I am looking for a subject that is similar to me.

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