There is a silence in the noise; the proverbial calm within the storm’s heart? They rage around me, talking over each other, promises, threats, meaningless posterings, and I am the silence amid them.
Do I find myself in all of this or have I merely forgotten my own voice? Am I but eyes and ears? A darkness to be enlightened? A silence to be broken?
Such was my inner desert, my path of despair, when I shattered. I have walked for a long time after I thought I was dead, and my heart is weary. I pray for the rain.
Tale Told 