Pandorum

He stands on the shore as the waves crash over the lighthouse. Ships lost from port may be in better favor than the lost thoughts crashing about in his mind.  The storm on the lake is nothing next to the storm where is heart should be.  He braces against the gale.  Sand, water and wind whip at his back, as his own introspective judgments chew at his thoughts, eroding the great stone pillar of his conviction.  The evil that darkens the sky threatens to sink boats and thrash homes.  It is something from Pandora’s box, something that must run its course, something that cannot be put back.  Maybe it is not something entirely ruinous though.  Maybe it is akin to the maelstrom in his mind.  The knowledge he cannot put back in the box, that which he cannot un-know.  With this knowledge came power, and with the power came burden.  The burden he now struggles with laying down or carrying is one he cannot share.  The wind whips at the back of his jacket and roars in his ears through the hood.  The inferno in his brain roars louder as he finds no answers in the crash of the tempestuous lake.  All he has is a plan, dark machinations with his pillar as their foundation, a bit of dark complexity to be ignited before everything is scrubbed away by the sand and wind and hard little bits of truth and lies.