It's like a wind machine blowing in my face.
I can't breath.
It lifts my hair and tumbles it around my head.
It's like the Big Bad Wolf from the story of the three little pigs.
Who huffs and puffs and blows my house down.
Only now it is down to the ground.
Down in shambles and pieces.
I can't put the pieces back together.
It is like a puzzle that doesn't fit.
A book with a page ripped out.
A street with no signs.
No direction at all.
Standing at the crossroads
in the middle of the night
no idea where to go from here.
And no one prepared me for this moment.
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