Once Again

And, so...once again..., it's always once again. Why is it always once again? We go through cycles. It's comfortable to do things familiar.Maybe that's why thunderstorms are comfortable. I grew up with them. They're so soothing, especially at night. I always feel protected hearing the rain beating down so heavily.

The waters rise above the floor while I remain snug and warm in my room, on the inside in a protective cocoonon. On the outside a sea dragon slithers and swims about, lurking like a giant serpent waiting for the opportunity to snatch an unwary prey.

When all is said and done, like always, the rains will retreat, the sun will return, the dragon will disappear as if a figment of my imagination. But, we all know that it is not a dream because the frightful things never rests in our imaginations but goes on forever seeking it's prey within our sanity. It is our sanity that is truly the thing that is imaginary. Our sanity is measured against one another. Thus, it is a relative thing that exists only because what we have come to believe is sanity is that way which is the most common way of being.

Adieu