I'm calling a hurricane, being in the eye of the storm willing to feel the pain, trying to reach the other side dead or alive.

With everything blown away, to the end of the present, trying to put the puzzle together. Lost in the whole image, just a mess trying to make sense. With the piece lost through space, time and logic. I'm getting more and more aggressive, hurt, willing to sacrifice everything for someone, or myself. I stand on the edge watching over my past, present and future. For one last time, determined to stop making sense of everything. Learning no more, just putting everything in practice. I've practiced enough, waited too long.

It will show, it will pay off or maybe it won't. But as the storm is revolving around me, I can feel the power within me to make it stop. The puzzle is nothing more than your fantasy of past and future, a wall that doesn't let you go beyond. Once everything you tried to make sense of is gone. Nothing more will hold me back. This promise that everything will change is burning. Keep your head down, reading a story with every step looking around you. Take the experience that is in you, start doing something. Doesn't matter what, take your time and you'll find yourself somewhere in the best dream you've ever had.

Everyone has a dream, while the hurricane takes everything from you, just like the past does not reclaim it because it is yours anyway. Past, present and future are just ideas just to make you aware of every mistake. There was and will be, experience that doesn't come with thinking it, but doing it. When nothing, you have nothing to rely on, you still have yourself to make it go. But a battle wakes up in you the choice of missing on feelings, relationships, pain or determination is powerful but with something missing.

Being on the edge makes you think when it is all this gonna stop or when you will finally break? With every minute of being alone, going through all the pain, the hell, this stress with everything. All that's trying to pull you to their sides as nothing remains for you. Falling apart, realizing you started a long time ago to die from the inside out, that look in your eyes that turns the bright blue into the darkest eyes people ever saw. With nothing to dream off, you were slowly dying through the years, the animal you became somewhere in there is a spark that needs to be brought back the life, but until then... The only thing that remains inside you is this black phoenix burning inside. It gives you wings to walk in this world with a look that spears the hearts of people, bringing nightmares to life, burning deep into the soul.

You never knew what you'd become, never knowing if there is a spark in you anymore, feeling useless. But more and more powerful as you die and everything fades into the darkness, feeding it making it stronger. Waiting for the right moment, for the end of the hurricane to burst out and make your way through this dark world to light it up...

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Originally Published: 19/10/2012