Nov 2015
Storms Off The Coast
Winds Blow and tumble me around like tumbleweeds.
I hear the storm coming close as the clouds roll over me, menacing in all aspects.
Thunder crashes all around me, light escaping small gaps through the small cracks in the clouds. I could feel the cool of a hailstorm brewing…
So I changed my train of thought.
I felt the clouds recede, I felt my mind clear as I frantically searched my brain for things to think of besides.
But they came back.
Again, I felt the clouds creeping around me as another stress infiltrated my mind. I could feel the cool breath of the wind, but there was something more menacing.
Turning my head around, the clouds change their forms. I become surrounded by dark giants, staring at me, fists clenched ready for war.
The inevitability of the situation hits hard, I can’t stop thinking about it, stresses fog me, stresses that, regardless of how I deal with them, creep closer and closer to me, an unbreathable fog that won’t lift.
I take a breath and succumb to inevitability, arms spread as if to greet it with the warmth of a hug, my mind at peace at last.
It never arrives.
Opening my eyes, I realize that I am alone in a paradise near water. Clear air with a warm sunset and a red sky- this is peace.
Maybe one day I shall know it, maybe one day I shall attain it, but as of now I am fully aware that there is a series of storms brewing, storms I can call mine, storms forming off the coast.
Winds Blow and tumble me around like tumbleweeds.
I hear the storm coming close as the clouds roll over me, menacing in all aspects.
Thunder crashes all around me, light escaping small gaps through the small cracks in the clouds. I could feel the cool of a hailstorm brewing…
So I changed my train of thought.
I felt the clouds recede, I felt my mind clear as I frantically searched my brain for things to think of besides.
But they came back.
Again, I felt the clouds creeping around me as another stress infiltrated my mind. I could feel the cool breath of the wind, but there was something more menacing.
Turning my head around, the clouds change their forms. I become surrounded by dark giants, staring at me, fists clenched ready for war.
The inevitability of the situation hits hard, I can’t stop thinking about it, stresses fog me, stresses that, regardless of how I deal with them, creep closer and closer to me, an unbreathable fog that won’t lift.
I take a breath and succumb to inevitability, arms spread as if to greet it with the warmth of a hug, my mind at peace at last.
It never arrives.
Opening my eyes, I realize that I am alone in a paradise near water. Clear air with a warm sunset and a red sky- this is peace.
Maybe one day I shall know it, maybe one day I shall attain it, but as of now I am fully aware that there is a series of storms brewing, storms I can call mine, storms forming off the coast.
