The Fall

In his eyes, she saw a glimpse of hope. The kind of hope that she had never dared to imagine before. She saw a future...something that seemed so impossible, so far away, so out of reach. Yet when she saw him, it was right there. Everything was within her grasp. She felt that for once there might be something worth fighting for once more.

But with just one simple blow, it hit her. She had not even seen it coming. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff on a calm, beautiful sunny day and out of nowhere, a tornado began to form. It knocked her off the edge without any warning. She fell without even knowing the reason. When she finally realised what had happened, she wished she had died from the fall. Yet, here she was, paralysed, unable to move, stranded, in pain - oh in so much agony - at the bottom of the pit. She was all alone...bleeding. If only she had bled to death, but no, life was never that easy...

Storms

The middle. The core. The converging point.

Stand there too long and everything becomes blurred. The eye of a tornado...the centre of a twister. The heat is strong and everything around is slipping...melting... disintegrating. Why are there so many sides to the polygon? Which edge is real? Which vertex truly exists? Which surface is solid ground? Holding on is impossible. Detecting patterns is useless. Filtering the noise is painful.

There must be a way to disengage, to regroup, to regenerate.

Inner peace is hard to come by. Will I find the serenity?