Life seems peaceful when you’re in a room separated from the fierceness of life. Like being in the eye of the storm, everything is almost too quiet. Because although you feel at peace, you know that right around the corner, lies the storm.
The calm of the eye is bittersweet, the feeling of the calm before the storm, amplified 100 fold. Each passing second the end of the storm retreats while the second beginning advances.
“The eye sees into all of space and time, and where the eye sees, the mind can fly*.” Time is twisted, wrung like an old worn out washcloth. Minutes seem like moments, while moments can last forever. But all to soon your time is up, and the harsh winds of the eye will snap you back to reality.
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