What to do about the swirling vortex of droplets that turned the dazzling horizon into savagery with its roar. The aroma of pain, chaos – a mess of stingy and inharmonious scents that somehow drew me into the broken remains of Home. The palette of grey that painted the background in a bleak dégradé of colours was only lightened by an electric discharge – pity, not even a blatant manifestation of Thor’s power could save me now. The temping image haunts me and yet, saves me like a lucky shot in a Russian roulette. Curiously, seeing the ruins that used to be my mind palace made me realise that there must be beauty in destruction after all.
My blood was frozen in my veins,
I was drowning in a desert of silence.
I was cold, so cold.
I tried to reach the surface
but every stroke pulled me deeper.
Water dripped from the ceiling:
ploc ploc ploc
The pain would echo.
You came though,
like a roaring thunder.
You were loud and you were strong.
You startled my soul,
disturbed my chaos.
And your eyes,
your eyes were coated in stardust.