As I watch the clouds, those black giants in the distance growing, the thunder giving warning to the war about to be waged. I watch as the events encircle my life. Bringing a horrid rain, lightning, and fierce wind - I fear for my life. Through the storm, I am alone.
Sitting in the middle of destruction and ruin, I am left alone to my own solitude, giving my love to shadows who rob its worth. I watch the progress of my life, yet, I see no calm. I fought the wind and rain, escaping the fate of the thunder, I fought against every challenge thrown towards me by the wind, and cast my eyes to avoid the cold rain.
I walked for days, hoping that I could find some refuge in some permanent establishment. But I got to watch them all. They do not fear me, nor do they hate me. Their gaze is not on me, for I am a shadow myself, something that simply can only be noticed when pointed out. They shut their doors, close their windows, and hide indoors. I scream and cry for help, to be seen.
But if my screams are stolen by the wind, and devoured by the rain, where may I find comfort? The storm worsens. My legs grew tired from the walking, but before I fell, I see a woman in the distance. She holds her hand out to pick me up from the mud congratulating my body. As I take her hand, she throws me into the storm, deeper than ever. I scream for her affection, for her touch, but she walks away, as if my words are still falling upon deaf ears. The wind is cutting through my body, the rain is hiding my tears.
This storm is my world of which I must grow accustomed, for through it, I am alone.
