There’s a storm brewing. It hits every year at the same time and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
It will hit with all the strength and furry any God could muster. It will consume and utterly destroy me, drawing me into the depths of its darkest emotions.
The closer it approaches, the darker the sky will become, until no light can escape its grasp.
There is no eye to this storm, no calm whatsoever. So when it hits it’s at full force, with nothing to slow it down.
When the storm finally leaves I will be left on the ground, my body completely shattered. I will slowly recover, in time for the next storm.
But you will never see the destruction for it resides deep inside my soul.