They say that it is calmest when someone is in the heart of the storm. But what they don't say is that in order to get the calm part, you have to endure the swirling tornado of emotions, expectations and the vicissitudes of life.
I found myself waking up at the same time every night, glancing at my alarm clock to find the same 3 digits flashing at me in the darkness of the night: 4:22AM. I find this hour to be quite odd, some creatures are awake and preparing to start their day, whereas some continue to maintain their shut eyes and dream on until their inevitable end. But for me, this hour is at both times frustration and a reminder of pain. The frustration that it will take me time to fall back asleep, only to wake up 2.5 hours later, and the reminder of the pain of the past that woke me at 4:22PM.
This morning is the same as all the others, however, frustration and pain were not the only emotions I was feeling this time, rather these feelings were overtaken a sense of warmth pressed against my body, a comfort in the sharp cold of the morning. I felt rough feet splayed over mine and I wanted to keep as still as possible so as to prolong this feeling as much as possible. And I did, staring up at the ceiling and embracing the warmth for as long as I could.
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The Heart Of The Storm
RandomStrom: a heavy fall of rain, snow, or hail, or a violent outbreak of thunder and lightning, unaccompanied by strong winds. Trees sway as the wind howls in my ear, almost like I was meant to be here, to do something, to crack a code. My life has alw...
