From Here…
From here the storm seems close. Standing alone in my defiance, as if locked in some immortal challenge with the storm’s blackened clouds raging just off the horizon. Do I dare taunt it to draw closer and bring all of its might down upon these lonely shores? These shores, my shores, for which I claim the right to label if by only my sheer will to survive its total isolation. I raise my fists and shout to the heavens with all the fire I can summon in the hope to hide the seeds of fear that rot me from within.
