Make sure that when the thunder hits, you can run. These times are like needles above our heads. Make sure that when the thunder hits, you can be far away.

The thunder is not of the sky, but of human hearts. They are mixing together, brewing a storm and creating the havoc we can only feel. My door is closed, I’m trying to avoid it. Things are breaking outside my room. I can’t be here anymore. 

These two people love each other so much, that they hate everything about each other. I can not understand anything they do. But while the things are breaking outside, I already feel broken inside.The salvos of reality have already hit me. No longer am I shell-shocked. Such is the way of the world, such will it always be.

I realize that this this thunder, these salvos, and the breaking are all in the war. A war I didn’t start, nor was I around for its beginning. The civil war in sin and death has and will always be.

May your heels be calloused for the run is far.The storm is everywhere, but our goal is clear.