You can never feel ease
and in peace with Nietzsche.
He is a storm,
laughing at your stagnant water.
His is not a place to take shelter,
but a place to face nature’s full force,
a pounding of hailstones of unusual sizes.
Seek not to be comforted,
seek to purge yourself off trashes
that have been stuck to you
without your knowledge.
He is your ship on a tumultuous sea,
heading nowhere in the whirlwind,
but if you are lucky enough
to get off board in one piece,
You will feel refreshed,
inspired, full of surprises,
after the rocky and bumpy ride.