End of the Road {Phan}

The start of the end

Wind howling like a hound on a full moons night crashed into my window, rain sputtering with it, continuously pounding down to the cold wet ground, seeming to never want to stop.

Birds chirping in the storm, like nothing is happening, or because they're in distress, we'll never know.

Power's out, no forms of heat other than the sheets on my bed and the clothes on my back.

No entertainment other than my thoughts, but my thoughts are scared.

Scared of the noises, scared of the fact that if mother nature wanted to, she could swallow me whole without a second thought.

My mind is spiraling out of control, wave after wave of emotions wash over me, just like the flood that is bound to form in the road just a block away.

I can't help but think that maybe life is pointless, maybe I'd be okay with mother nature devouring me, maybe I'd be okay if the flood caught up to me, maybe I-

There's a knock at my door.