Waking up in Vegas.

Simple, easy, safe, and predictable. That's how I like it.

Despite that fact, my life is still full of chaos, but I have learned to keep it together.
Dreams, worries, memories, hopes all neatly aligned and in alphabetical order.
Arranged as precise as a library.

Click. "The forcast today looks rather enjoyable. Sunny with a high of 75. Possible chance of showers" Perfect if you ask me. The news comes back on and my thoughts drift elsewhere...
The forcaster frantically inturrupts the current news story...

You appear out of nowhere.
This doesn't happen in Chicago, but here you come anyways in all your glory.
They call you Hurricane "X".
From the looks of it, you are a Category 1-the least damaging of them all.
Though, as you keep getting closer, your intensity increases.
You go from Category 1, to a Category 5-the strongest hurricane imaginable, and the most rare.
You shatter through the impenetrable glass that surrounds my heart, and yet you still don't frighten me.
I'm stuck, right in the path of destruction.
You rip me away from the life I had known. A life full of fears, doubts, and uncertainties.
Spinning in a whirlwind of confusion.
You carry me along for what seems like an eternity, before you finally set me down.

My mind is now a clutter fuck of emotions and questions, but I can wait to clean it up.
Instead of waking up in Chicago this morning, I'm waking up in Vegas.

Everything that I thought I wanted, has been thrown out the window and now lays in shambles scattered across the way. My safe haven has been destroyed, but I have never been more comfortable. I'm going to embrace this moment while I have it because who knows how long it will last.

I am finally right where I should have been all along, in the arms of Vegas.