weirdo writes things

The Intermediary In Power When you pull a card from the Deck of the World, you Can’t know if you are taking your fate or losing it. For fate lay not in your hand but the hand of the dealer. But this fate even is unknown to the World, as Your Hand, the Intermediary, chooses which card to pull blindly. What you desire will come before you, but choose carefully, For those who do not, they leave the cards of their kin clouded In dust, to where they too know not what tools they have to play with. So choose carefully, and remember that nothing is useless and Nothing can sing. Play your cards right, and you will find your destination by the Hand that pulls cards from the Deck of the World.

Glass Manacles             I awoke to the sound of thunder. The cabin of the boat was rocking back and forth more heavily now that the storm had seized the waters beneath us. My son, despite his age, entered the room with tears in his eyes. I don’t blame him; having to deal with his anxiety at a time like this can only be harder due to the storm. We’ve capsized once before in a storm like this, but it was many years ago. We were on our way home from visiting his grandparents. The radio had estimated a large storm to be just south of our typical path, so we decided to play it safe and alter course northward by a kilometer. The weatherman had been wrong. When we entered that horrible downpour, we were not expecting anything worse than what we had faced before. I want him to laugh at it one day, but we both know that isn’t possible. That day, the winds suddenly changed one moment—it was strong enough even to push us back half a m...