High-Jacked
What is there to say.
That’s a statement, not a question.
In some ways I think these long absences of I from writing in these very public blogs that only a few people know of are what generate the things I have to say.
I tend to speak inwardly more than outwardly. One of those things I still work on.
I have had odd premonitions at times throughout my life. My “danger sense” has been honed to a very fine edge.
I don’t like what I can feel coming, I know it’s going to be bad.
I don’t know how I know these things. I just do.
Hmmmm, seems my original intent for this post has been hijacked for an ephemeral feeling – fleeting yet so sure.
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