There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach
Silence held its own sound,
The inevitable buzz of tension,
And the cruelty of its existence,
In silence there is decay,
In silence there is lack of being,
An arrow before the plunge,
A held breath before the lunge,
An unpredictability that cannot be anticipated,
There’s truth in a storm’s approach,
It won’t deny you the information of i...