Darkness wraps a blanket around the mourning. There is a flood overflowing the barriers as the storm of emotions builds. The squalls rise. Howling and screaming fill the days and nighs; no difference between the two exists. The eye of the storm offers small reprieve from the chaos that gathers strength with each passing thought swirling through the minds eye.
Truth is the storm never subsides completely. The eye grows, giving a semblance of peace. Yet, the chaos lingers at a distance, only wreaking havoc during special occasions and intense memories and other random moments throughout life.
