Something to say and I don't know why
Not everything needs to make sense. Life is a pun-ishment.
Candles on the stove.
Fans on high.Front door open, let the breeze fly by.
I could almost imagine being back in the ambulance.Fan in the skylight, like the fan in my roof.
Humming away, trying to keep cool.Lights on the walls dancing around.
Not unlike my past lives at all.What a beautiful thing.
I'm okay not looking through the looking glass again this time.
I'm okay knowing I've done my part. Let the Universe use me for its bigger purpose. For its great big grand Pillsbury doughboy-esque scheme.
I said what I said, from a knowing that's unseen.
Confirmed today by breaking a this glass item, I'm not a clumsy being.
Now it's up to them whether they heed the thing.
If you've ever been told something by someone before the main event, then you'll know what I mean.
Spent the day navigating internal-things. Good to feel the storm water calming.
The cool night's breeze.
I'm gonna sleep and sleep and sleep.
