Standing awfully amazed in the maze of life, holding every inch of those vocal thunders inside. Trapped in between those blooms and falls, mumbling what should be howled.All the thoughts being stripped and scratched leaving hollowest voids.
But in the end you realize that you being bothered again and again by the hefty storms is just another call for you, destined for a scream just to be seen!
Scream, howl, roar, stomp .. Let it all out