I never thought all this could backfire. I mean, I had blown my heart out with a single shot, but the more I shook my fists at myself, the more I was convinced my heart was not to blame. Truth is I had a hurricane in me that needed release, but I did not know how or had the means to set it free - and so that hurricane stripped me bare over and over again. To love so mighty a queen took its toll on my Christ consciousness and I became a whirlwind - full of sound and fury, equipped with such a stentorian voice that my own chest could not endure its mere volume. But, alas!, all lost, all lost. I shrank into a tiny wight creature, afraid of its own reflection. I never thought all this could backfire. But at least I wear my ruins well. These are my golden years.
