There’s a storm sitting over me right now. The sky is dark, the air is chilled, charged with static, looking for a spark to ignite it. The flashes of lightning are contained as there is no thunder; yet.
I am fighting this storm, not wanting to let it rage, but it is very tiresome to do so. It came out of nowhere, without warning, and I do not know how long it will last. I have to weather this storm and pick up the pieces after.
I know that it’s no one’s fault, not even my own, this I have always known, however, that does not make it any easier to cope with. My emotions are a mirror, reflecting the world around me, my soul as dark as the sky.
In the darkness many things can hide, none I would consider an alley. Destruction, chaos, madness, loneliness, and fear all live within the storm. They wish to come out and play.
Please bear with me as I wait for this storm to pass.