the dark storms

I have to admit that the following is not of my own mind. Like much of the material here, it is derived from conversations with others. Sometimes, sometimes, the drunks can be so poetic.

"I find it hard to go out these days. I can't go out like I used to. All these people, all the people, just have faces. You know? They've got these faces and they're like tombstones. All their faces are tombstones and they're all dead. We're all dead.

I have these dreams. Storms. I can't sleep and I'm afraid of the storms. We're all there, we're together and we watch through glass windows as these storms come at us. I'm afraid of the dark ones. And there's nothing we can do, but wait. So we wait for these dark storms to come at us and we don't know if we'll make it. But all we can do is wait and see if the storms are going to kill us. But we're waiting together."