Jonathon Muncy Storm

It took time to understand, but eventually, I realized the only person I could truly make happy was myself. And ironically, for years, I was near the bottom of the list. Never grasping the personal betrayal I was committing

Don’t put me in a position of choosing you or peace because I promise you, you will lose. Every single time.

Going back to one from the early years.

I suppose that’s what happens when you accumulate enough time on this earth. You move through pain differently.

Remembering what it was like to fly.

Listen to her words, but listen deeper. Pay attention to how you make her feel.

Poetry

She is largely misunderstood because she is often read literally. She is poetry and one must have a deep understanding of metaphors , nuance and what is being said purely by the way it feels.

I know where to find you. Roaming under heavy gray skies, looking to be chosen and owned by the one who isn’t intimidated by the rain.

The laughter. How It Feels is available through Amazon and signed copies through jmstorm.com

There’s something dangerous and seductively beautiful about those lips and eyes that calls into question my understanding of my own freewill.

Everything reminds me of you.

Never become too comfortable with comfort. There is little to no growth found in it.

A certain madness.

One of the greatest skills you can develop is the ability to sit with the moment that you are in. Not to react, that is our default, but simply to understand.

Thunderstorm.

That was a whole lot of change.

Find someone who inspires the giving nature of you. Not dispensing for a quota, but simply for the pursuit of the joy that is found in it. Someone who renders your selfishness obsolete.

Walked in like you knew the place so very well.

Life will prepare you for the road you never saw coming, but in many ways always needed. And once that turn is made, nothing is quite the same.