I am currently in the eye of the storm. A very strong one.
I have already faced the initial wrath of the storm, but I am here waiting for the inevitable torrents it will still bring.
There were no warning signs. Not even the most reliable of meteorologists could have guessed it. There were these random minute circumstances, but everybody passed it off as trivial things. But no one thought it would be this huge.
I have nowhere to run, I have nowhere to hide. I can try to shield my self from it, but it will still come.
The fear has latched onto me and is crushing me. But I must stay strong, or at least appear to be. Because if I falter, I will break and everything around me could bury me into despair.
All I have is hope, and even that is so little.
I know this will pass. I just hope I survive it… and live.