A First Since the First

Jesu spoke for the first time in several years and it was because of that storm.

Purple-black and cold, stark and terrifying, the storm was one of those which brought the first lightning-thunder couples -the trombones, quite musical really, though the trees felt they were blatant.
But the trees were just scared..to death.

Seventy-eight times the lightning struck.
NORTH-NORTH WEST.NORTH WEST.NORTH-NORTH WEST,WEST,NORTH-NORTH WEST..
Eight stupendous trees fell.
A man was electrocuted near the tower, but it wasn't that pathetic, only because he was a lonely, old tramp without any mourners and so, there were no interviews to print in the local newspaper.

Jesu was in love with a mermaid in his fifth life.. This was his fifth life. The mermaid was beautiful, but she never really existed. Just like Santa Claus,just like the Poltergeist,just like the pathetically commercial Green Goblin, just like my Red Indian ghost and exactly like your memory.

No.
Your memory doesn't really exist.
Everything is a gimmick, just like everything else.
You don't remember anything that happened earlier from now.
What you remember is not what really happened, what you remember is what it wants you to remember.

The storm is the higher-power.
The storm controls us.
The storm is the higher-power.
The storm controls us.
We are the inhabitants of this wasteland,dry.
Fear the storm.
The trees are wise.


As soon as Jesu spoke, the Storm knew.