There is a darkness in the sky that is slowly obliterating into the distance. There is a calm blue moving in where the rain clouds of doom used to reign, slightly over taken by the light flirtations of white clouds, moving steadily in. It's nice. It's calming.
It's the kind of weather that makes you take notice and hope, for just an instance, that the growing feeling of dread manifesting in the pit of your inner being will slowly retard away with the fading ash sky.
Then the thunder cracks through, with a resounding boom that radiates inside your bones. The sound makes your soul scream inside and hide itself from the onslaught that is sure to come. The rage of emotions that is around the corner; the fear that everything worth fighting for has slipped through your porous fingers.
I'm nervous....and scared. I'm petrified, because I don't even know what sinister being I should be fleeing from. I do not know which direction to run to. The metaphorical safe house that protects me from the dark, dangerous world outside has sprung a leak and is filling with water. I am still, frozen by my indecisiveness. For a moment, I entertain the notion of letting the water rush in, flow across every square inch of my skin, and envelop me in a suffocating embrace. An embrace that will save me from my regrets. An embrace that will offer a simple solution to a complex problem. An embrace that will save me from my future, and encapsulate me in the past.
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