Storm of certainty.
Sometimes in these days of love, I find myself lost.
Overwhelmed by the waves of purity and simplicity.
I search for a haven, a bolthole against the storm of emotions.
And there at the door, a black dog stands.
Wagging its tail, playfully barking. Welcoming me to my safe place.
But then I realise that this is no longer my home.
That the stinging rain of feelings from the tempest are what makes me feel alive.
So I turn away and walk into the unknown that life and happiness brings.
The howls of the black dog, begging me to take it with me, getting lost in the song of the storm that I am riding.
With a nervous unknown grin on my face, welcoming what comes.