The Storm by John Wayne

John Wayne

7 hrs ·

 

 

John Wayne

 

The Storm

In the darkness, somewhere between dreams and reality, is the raw, unfiltered truth.

A truth not many will find because they seek only their truth, selfishly searching and never quite finding what’s just beyond their grasp, because they’ll insist on twisting the beauty of its mystery to make it what they want it to be not love and cherish it for what it is.
For what it’s always been and what it will always be. Unhinged beauty. An untamed heart. A wildly free soul.

All hidden behind eyes of the brightest greens and the bluest blues, ever changing like the weather the storm of the century brewing behind panes of glass so thin, it’s a mystery in itself, how they manage to contain the turbulence that’s been steadily increasing in strength.

A storm never to be witnessed by mortal eyes, nor felt by mortal hearts, but passed down, through the universe, to the names written in the stars, to the souls meant to unleash the storm, who are the true keepers, not just merely the vessel through which it’s been built.

My blood and the blood of my blood are the true keepers of the storm, and their time is just beginning, it’s through their lives that the darkness will turn into the light and shine.