Mindstorm
Mindstorm... Magical forest Eternal whispers floating in the soft mist Barefoot...toes touching...fingers exploring Eyes staring...searching...seek ing... finding And then... the pressure rises clouds begin to gather the wind is a raging presence bodies desperately clinging together while the forest becomes a raging lion threatening destruction. Yet, while the world around them is in turmoil the storm inside abates replaced by joy so strong...so tangeable..so intense that it radiates through... Sign in to see full entry.