Dark Force Rising

I sit on a mountain top staring straght ahead at a brilliant sunset. To the left of me, dark clouds gather. To the right, the sky is clear and blue. There is no real word for the sensation that I'm feeling as I watch the charcoal smear ever closer to blocking the sun. Breakers of the past crash against cliffs of the present. The future, as always, uncertain. Echoing images of random happiness resonate through my mind, the fleeting moments where the deceptive Everything made sense. Everything is a liar. Everything is a whore. Everything wants me to miss it. Where is the glorious Nothing? The sensation of no sensation? Where joy is eternal, for there is Nothing to harm, Nothing to remember, Nothing to regret. The thunderheads roll, and I feel the reverberation in my core. When the lightning erupts and bursts from my being, perhaps then there will follow peace.

I have no peace.