I've been in a rush to get somewhere I don't really know, escaping from a place that never was. What for? Now that I think about it, I don’t really know. I ran from shadows that never existed, versions of myself that had already vanished long ago.
In my sorrow, I laughed. In my joy, I cried. In my wrath, I ran away, destroying everything in my path, like a hurricane in the middle of November. Winds roaring with a furious grace, a symphony of chaos, control, and conquest. Cold breath of the tempest cuts deep, a relentless force that shakes the earth and silences the words beneath its howl. In their wake, quietude falls heavy, an eerie calm after the storm’s fierce dance, where destruction and renewal entwine in a timeless embrace.
The damage done was not just because, but mandatory to be reborn.
J.F.
