Dust storm

Eyes squeezed tight

Fight, to find a world

wiped clear of thoughts

Blank

There comes times in life when you are such deep shock that every thought dies before taking shape. There is a struggle. Innumerable thoughts are bubbling in a cauldron but before any one could escape, it is sucked back. The fire under the cauldron keeps getting fiercer as if wanting to dry the life in the cauldron. You seek respite in tears but they refuse to form and give you a release. You seek to call on others but what can you say? Your mind is blank, your words refuse to take form. All you know is that if death was to strike you this moment, it will be relief.