Everybody Should Fly...

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Jere

Strange Days

These past 24 hours have been seen me set appointments only to have them canceled on me. And not just one appointment, ALL of them.

Phone calls I make either go to voicemail or the party I'm calling doesn't pick up.

I believe the universe is telling me something. It's saying "My son, remember - action through inaction. Remember ... The Way"

Or it could just be that today I should do the other stuff I need to do. Or maybe today I should just do nothing. Ah. Who knows.

I'll just wait for the Universe to get back to me on that. I left a voicemail.

Jere

It's usually...

in the dead of night that I feel the most melancholy.

And not to sound like an emo goth douche, that is usually the time when darker thoughts strike me.

It is like Tourette's, but for bad thoughts. Instead of breaking out into strings of profanity, I am overwhelmed by random images/thoughts of things I really really do not want to think about.

And I feel, for a brief moment, mildly unstable. Then I shake it off, and try to feel better.

It's easier in the day, when there are things to draw your attention away.

But in the dead of night? There's no such distraction.

In the dead of night, my darker moods are my only company as I seethe.

Jere