I'm overwhelmed, not by the sky but by the waves underneath. They seem furious of the rocks obstructing them. I'm scared, not of the cloudburst but of the sand below my feet. It feels hard with all the rain. I'm unsure, not of the depths of the sea, but of the wind hitting my face. I'm not sure where it's come from... what it's carrying.

The wind bothers me. The wind has consumed me. It plays with my hair... then slaps me on my cheek. It cools down my skin and brings tears to my eyes. It pushes me. Challenges me to stand up to it. To fight against it... or defend it... I don't have the courage to do either.

It's washed my soul and shown me purity. But a purity I have faith in. Purity coming from a wind that carries the dust of a thousand unknown places... I don't understand it... I find it hard to accept. Years of conditioning, episodes of proof. It compels me to appreciate its transparency but when I open my eyes, the dust gets into them. I can't see. I can't see... Oh help me somebody my eyes sting with dust and tears! My soul hurts with the lashing rain and the furious waves! Some corners of my mind travel to the depths of the sea and get lost in its vastness! I want to scream! I want to be heard! I want to run! But only the current hauls me up again to surface. To a surface that is windy again... the same wind.. refusing to leave my mind... adamant to consume my soul... I can't see... I can't see...