A Tornado

That is how I would describe me.

First comes the heavy winds. The start of everything that is about to go wrong. Its gusts are strong enough to tear apart the most stable structures. And it does. It always does. But at this point you still have hope. A chance for survival. If I could just pause here I would have a slight chance for reconstruction. But instead, two storm clouds collide. Bonding together in the most intimate way. And at this point disaster is inevitable. The only question is what or who will be destroyed? I get dizzy from the movement. I try to pull away. I try to stop. I only try in vain because I only spin faster. I rip through the world as if it were all made of sand. Everything I touch starts to perish. I want it to stop, but instead the storm only strengthens. And then suddenly, I am left alone. The only sight is that of my destruction. Nothing left in this devastation but ruins. Hopelessness starts to sink in. If only the two funnel clouds would have never met. If one had just went the other way. One wrong move and life as I knew it to be has forever changed. It begins crumbling again right before my very eyes.

Yes, A tragic disaster. That is what best describes me.