There really is calm before the storm, a lull in its activity. I have a strong hunch that it is because it tempts you to leave the safety of you room and venture outside, so that it may crush you and drown you unaware. But this Storm I have faced before, I have survived it once before and I am sure I will ride it out again, (but what is this nagging feeling that won’t just go away...) The storm has now grown with the room; it is now on a totally different level than before.
As the silence continues I realize that this storm is not a naturally occurring one. It has come to balance me. It has come for me. Come to wipe me out, drown me.
Ash to Ash, dust to dust rings true now. The circle has to be completed, no matter how big it grows. Buildings are erected to be toppled down. (Even In nature, if the forest grows too quickly, expanding on all available land, a storm will come and bar further progress and push it back a bit.)7 years ago it came to balance; now it returns. The pages in my life are now blank; all efforts are being channeled towards survival. All I can do is try to turn the page.
As the silence continues I realize that this storm is not a naturally occurring one. It has come to balance me. It has come for me. Come to wipe me out, drown me.
Ash to Ash, dust to dust rings true now. The circle has to be completed, no matter how big it grows. Buildings are erected to be toppled down. (Even In nature, if the forest grows too quickly, expanding on all available land, a storm will come and bar further progress and push it back a bit.)7 years ago it came to balance; now it returns. The pages in my life are now blank; all efforts are being channeled towards survival. All I can do is try to turn the page.
