The hours that were spent during the calm before the storm, was but time drifting away, until the next sunrise is slowly born. The truly fair weather has now seemed to have lost it's warmth, as if every bright moment was always destined to be torn. nnThese moments now fluctuate with the churning of gray seas; likely to be swept away, to a hole where the love may also be. nnThe wind has carried all hopes and dreams to a horizon limited by human sight. What on earth is one to do now, having lost the fire that once burned so bright? nnIt kept the worries and cares astray, to a point where life's troubles just could not harm. But this storm has ceased the embers once aglow, leaving only ashes of memories; and me, broken & torn.