Why do things always change? The seasons, weather, life? As soon as people get comfortable in their lives, turbulent winds come to disturb the peaceful, still atmosphere. 

Never good winds. 

Never positive change. 

As soon as satisfaction breeds, the slow breeze of discontent tiptoes through the blinds of a silent home, creeping into our lives, going unnoticed until the building hurricane wipes away our hard work and motivation. 

Never happiness, only satisfaction. 

Satisfaction with the loud unsteadiness of the day, and the eerie, empty moon that pierces the black night. 

Never fully awake or fully asleep, living a life halfway between death. 

Stable instability, shaken by the turbulent winds blown from the lips of the Angel of Darkness, creeping further into each and every one of our lives, again unnoticed. 

Unnoticed until  the shaky serenity of our blind satisfaction erodes to its bare bone, stripping us to our nakedest, most exposed form.  Only in death can the truth be unveiled, the mask we wear to cover up the hurt, torn away from our scarred faces. 

The false beauty of the outside world broken down, nude and dangerous in front of the naked eye.
But can anyone see the true world with the naked eye?  Sometimes we are blinded by our own self-absorption to fully understand the destruction that hangs heavily in the air we breath. 

The debris we push aside as we trudge through the miserable day, brought on by those turbulent winds. 

The thin layer of dust and ashes that never fully settle on our everyday lives, swirling, the building breeze creating new patterns all the time. 

Constant change and tossing and turning, satisfaction with being unsatisfied in our ever-developing world.  If you could make the world stand still, for just one day, would you revel in its glorious magnanimity, or would you peel back the veil and see the horrors that go unseen? 

Lift the veil. 

Unmask our human ignorance that we all carry so heavily on our shoulders.  The burden that is unspoken of, fidgeting at the back of our minds. 

If we ignore something for so long, is it the same thing as being forgotten? 

Does forgetting the problems of the world actually make them disappear, or do we only seek ignorance in the pursuit of our own closure, our own unsatisfied satisfaction? 

If the turbulent winds do not blow directly on you, do they really blow at all?