I’ve been having ominous dreams lately. They are shattered, they are broken. I’m not so sure the reasons why.
I have not been sleeping very well but that is just because I am too happy and distracted by the little things in life that sleep no longer is pleasant.
It is a burden.
The days seemingly grow shorter by the second, not the light in them or the increasing darkness, just the time from Point A to Point B is pulsing rapidly.
Feeling like a heart attack ready to explode, a vein ready to burst, a monopoly ready to hide its assets.
There is a storm approaching fast from the western skies. I am ready for it this time.
I’m not sure how much sun will be left after the fall but I will be tucked away. Safe. Nestled in your arms.
But who are you? Why should I care?
Destiny is calling me but sometimes it just feels like my old friend’s daughter Destiny (who I never met) beckoning me into the forces of much trouble.
And all should live this.
By SpaceDog