every word a deep cut.
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff
And I see a sandstorm coming at me.
Do i brace myself or do i let it sweep me over?
His eyes upon your face
then i look behind me and i see the valley
that once was dry and barren
now fills with water
that grows in height
his hand upon your hand
the sandstorm gushes forward
the waters rise
his lips caress your skin
i feel the waters on my back
as the sand pounds my front.
Will I live or die?
The unpredictability of humans results in us making unpredictable predictions about ourselves in the hope that we can predict unpredictability. Which makes our life never the same. again.
