Beware, winds are rising. They grow faster, stronger, even more threatening every day. I’m scared, can’t say I’m not; I’m so scared I can’t even think straight. I must hold on, I must be strong, either do it or die. Sometimes it looks like it’s over, the storm is passing, then I realize it’s only the eye I’m in. Whose the eye?, is it mine or is it the eye of the giant we live in? If I could see beyond the chaos, if could just walk through the mess, then I would be all right. So I’ll hold on, I’ll wait some more, because I know there is no storm, there are no winds pounding on my door, everything is what it want to be and want it to be what it is meant to be.