This Storm is You
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing
direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again,
but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance
with death just before dawn. Why?
Because this
storm is not something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing
to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is
give in to it, step right into the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up
your ears so the sand does not get in, and walk through it, step by step. There
is no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand
swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That is the kind of sandstorm
you need to imagine.
So, whats your opinion? please let me know and write down. thank you all in advance.
have a blessed day, dear you. cheers
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