Security
I live in a tornado.
A constant battle between depression and happiness.
A inner indecisiveness of right and wrong.
A passion of wanderlust,
an insecurity of stability.
The only thing that can clear the clouds of anxiety,
calm the air of traveling screams-
are the thoughts of you.
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