My mind is a vortex of visual and audio, tidy chaos.  Alas, 'tis a wonderful thing to have an outlet for my overly creative mind.  Thank You! 

Stormy Hill Poem

I climbed up this rainy hill to put my shaky hand upon this tree.

I had felt loss of life and hoped that it would transfer a feeling of life through me.

I didn't quite make it. I was too drained.  It was too far...

... but when my soul was ready to look up, I saw my first shooting star.