There is rain and there is wind and there is fire in this world. And they rage and they roar and they drown us. They run rampant. Out of control. Everything you’ve built in your lifetime can be trampled entirely to dust so easily by these monstrosities. These natural foes that wage their wiles. These wiles that they impose on us.
And what can you do but drown?
But be blown away?
And what can make things better? What can heal what the world itself breaks? What could possibly even hope to give you strength to move forward? To continue?
I look through the wind and the rain and the glass to see them sitting and laughing and I wonder.
I wonder… Continue reading “An Inner Demon Speaks”