Wednesday, February 20

I don't know if Sheba ever came back...

And so quickly the mirror crack'd. On both sides, so quickly. This whole weekend I felt it, last night I felt it. The way I held on and refused to let go, I knew it. I'm in a state beyond description, which is difficult. I am terrified to sleep, but the sleep is so strong.

It will change. It all will change. It's not a necessity, it's a have to sort of matter. It's weird that you feel it coming before it happens. You can't do anything more, but let it unfold now.

That's enough for tonight.

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