What am I talking about?

Can you see it? Beyond the hills, over the horizon. It is coming. Why can't you see it? It is right there...see? It comes like a speeding bullet, covering the sky with its beauty and complexity. Mysterious it is. A thousand rivers meeting at one place. The eye of the storm and the wall of the storm. You do not understand; yet I do not understand why you do not understand. It is so plain and simple, yet you make it complex. I do my best. Why can't you see it? You look at me like I am crazy, wondering what is going on. A calm before the wake. Accusations. Name calling. You hate what you do not understand. Perhaps you are wrong. Did that ever occur to you? Maybe you can not see what is really there. Wait! No. YOU refuse to see what is there. Either way neither tries. I do my best. Bear with me. Ask. But you do not. I now understand. The eye of the storm versus the wall—the calm before a wake, back to the calm. This is why you can not see it.

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This is so far the only personal writing I have published and the only one that was not written on spot . Maybe i will allow you to see more into my head and let you read others I have written; however I am just not sure how I feel about people reading them. This one is one of the more special ones I have written because each sentence or point I make has more than one personal meaning for myself. It may not be the best writing, but I feel it is personally one of the most dynamic due to how perfectly it encompasses multiple and unrelated personal things. If you dont like it, I think you would come to respect it if you knew what all it meant.