Before the Storm

There's a feeling that drowns you when you know somethings' wrong. You don't know what, but it's there, hitting at your nerves and warning your brain. You can't do anything to take it away, but you can try to mask it. But whatever you do it always comes back. And when it happens, it crashes down on you like an anvil, unforgiving. These feelings...I can't ever describe. They..they're so confusing, I can't distinguish them. How I wish to define them, to put a face to the criminal feelings that seem to understand how fate works- but I can't. Maybe it's for the best.