Like a stormLike a storm!At the beginning its a calm breeze, hardly to recognize.Nothing to care about, though strong enough to feel it with the light hair on your skin.Slowly the breeze rises to a strong wind, hardly not to recognize.So strong you can let yourself fall down and it will carry you.It becomes stronger and louder.Until
silence.Nothing. No noise. No wind.The eye of the storm.You? Right in the middle! Safety. Security.For how long? I dont know. Until you feel it again. Until you hear it again.The wind, the noise. And it takes you off your feet.Your body isnt carried anymore. The wind weakens and you are falling.Until the wind is hardly to recognize.And though you feel it with the light hair on your skin.When the storm is over for a long time.And left you back there.And the chaos he caused.