The Storm
There it is again, a small storm in my stomach turning violently as an adrenaline-fueled roll of thunder lets loose a shattering retort from deep within my mind. This rumble of unstoppable emotion flies quickly from the center of my being out all the way to my now tingling fingers. The lightening flash of your face on my screen is the tornado that swept the feet from under my unsuspecting heart. I have been kidnapped by my own suppressed love. Torn from the ground by swirling gusts of confusion, I reach desperately for the shelter of deeply burrowed protocols and mental disciplines that have kept me safe in storms come before. I miss. Floating upward in thrashing whirlwinds of turbulence, I find myself among the clouds. Enraptured by their stormy grey mist all perception of direction is lost. I float in a sickening feeling of weightlessness. My heart is racing, adrift in a haze of total ambiguity and complete nothingness. I don’t know if I am still rising, or if I have begun to ...