The StormThe Breeze sweeps through her.Consuming her.The hint of a Storm gathering in her eyes,as Lightning smiles through darkened Skies;The Warning.The Rain dances around her,Surrounding herin a ritual, embodying her suffering and pain.The steaming Ground begins to stainfrom the tears of the Sky.The Waves engulf her.Torment her.As the emotional ocean ragesthrough the ripped and scattered pagesof her imprisoned spirit,a deafening roar subdues her --Renews herfears, once drowned in a Fantasy's Sea.Tearing her down on broken knees,Blinded. Cries of desperation trapped behind frozen lips.Life flashed before her.
Intro to Potential StoryOne word. That's all that it may take. One moment… After that, your life can change completely.* * * I sat, my eyes glued to the monitor, pondering over the wonders of the 'chaos theory'. As I scanned through what seemed liked endless pages of mathemtical equations and scientifc mumbo jumbo, I stumbled across a particular passage that interested me: "…a sensitivity to initial conditions is popularly referred to as 'The Butterfly Effect' -- the possibility that the flapping of a butterflies wings in Tokyo may have the potential, over time, to cause a tornado over Texas. The fla