狠狠撸

Hong Kong

鈥淪ometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn鈥檛 something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn鈥檛 get in, and walk through it, step by step. There鈥檚 no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like p