...I cannot believe how attuned I am to every little thing that could mean "this is it". Do I have an addiction?
I'm probably like a lot of you here... so aware (and still so ignorant, but just so much more aware than normies) and thus so READY.
Need to breathe deeply. Just a dust storm. Oh, shit... I need to close the windows!
Like a thousand pound monkey on my back, With a run away itch I just can't scratch.. A heart so heavy, impossible to lift. Gone are the days of ignorant bliss.
If I didn't feel how heavy this was, I would have thought it was a piece of a larger, beautiful work of poetry. Hang in there with me, Fren.
Since your words inspired it, one day together we'll finish it. WWG1WGA My New Friend
The Ballad of Q. Copyrighted by Datadude and Changeagent. : )