Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

The storm

DUSK: The river meets the sea freshwater meets salt, they flow into each other and the scene’s at halt. Mist hangs overhead the visibility’s low, I’m over water and I row, row, row. 10:00 am: The sun has now risen and perforated the fog, in this labyrinth of archipelagos I am but a frog. 11:00…

Those jade eyes…

It was dark: the night that day, and it rained hard: a storm at bay. Sleeplessly I stirred and sat up in fright, a pair of jade stared at me it was this very night. Two round jade stones green as a pea, and they just stared just stared at me! The stones advanced revealing…