Raz
Bluelighter
Part One is here.
I was raised in the hurricane.
Violence.
Chaos.
These things were my order.
I grew to learn discord as the natural way of all things.
I learned to grow into a broken-hearted mess.
I took these lessons on.
The winds represented life and they taught me the power of hate.
I learned love in the eye of all this.
I learned hate from life.
I learned love from death.
From the power of appreciating and respecting those gone before me.
I didn't know irony back then, I only knew the sound of the screaming winds as the hurricane reminded me over and over how small and puny we are compared to a force we can't even see, and how utterly useless it is to assert your true nature against nature itself.
It's enough to make me cry...
I was raised in the hurricane.
Violence.
Chaos.
These things were my order.
I grew to learn discord as the natural way of all things.
I learned to grow into a broken-hearted mess.
I took these lessons on.
The winds represented life and they taught me the power of hate.
I learned love in the eye of all this.
I learned hate from life.
I learned love from death.
From the power of appreciating and respecting those gone before me.
I didn't know irony back then, I only knew the sound of the screaming winds as the hurricane reminded me over and over how small and puny we are compared to a force we can't even see, and how utterly useless it is to assert your true nature against nature itself.
It's enough to make me cry...
