And from the thunderous gale that has erupted inside this new reality

comes an overbearing silence that weighs down on my tired conscience-

it gazes softly

like a flame watching over the sleeping lovers

or a hand which gently caresses my weary soul

it passes over me like a wave of smoke, embodying me in a cloud of absence

comforting at first, the silence becomes deafening and I soon become lost in this eternity

a scream lost in the nothingness

but a murmur reverberating off the walls of my skull

I have become everything- an infinitesimally small existence morphing and mutating itself into colour and light

Smoke. And Falling

As I tumble the storm buffets me- a reinvigorated force that has returned with beauty and terror unimagined

The eye has passed

And now I am Here once again