Hurricane: Part One...

[Raz]

I was born in the eye of a hurricane.

Winds shattered my world while I looked on, and the houses of my people were raped before my eyes. This was my introduction to life.

Tears fell often then. Gnashing of teeth. Wailing. The whole bereaved child fantasy that we all spend our lives wanting to go back to, because in all that rage and fear and frustration we long for something more. We expect that there's something more.

We haven't given up yet.

We haven't accepted that this quiet calm in the centre of it all...this is all we have. This is all we own.

The strange thing is, we own death. The hurricane spirals on around us, full of life and energy and movement, and it is as beyond us as it is upon us. We cannot claim this vitality that tears at our security, we can't make any mark on the air that screams as it soars past us at speeds we don't know.

In the end all we can claim is the eye....this null circle which baffles life and energy and movement. This sphere of death which kills any kind of activity. And this is our sanctuary.

This is our sanctuary.

It's enough to make me laugh...

 

[cherub]

I loved reading this

In the end all we can claim is the eye....this null circle which baffles life and energy and movement. This sphere of death which kills any kind of activity. And this is our sanctuary.

this part just is so justice in it's own words
awesome~

 

[RareForm]

Tears fell often then. Gnashing of teeth. Wailing. The whole bereaved child fantasy that we all spend our lives wanting to go back to, because in all that rage and fear and frustration we long for something more. We expect that there's something more.

This was my favorite part.

Exceptional write Raz!