I’m getting restless. Again. For some reason, the ground beneath my feet is shaking once more, alive. The intensity escalates continuously, like music seeping out of a room as the door slowly opens. The cracks I hear forming, the lines I’m seeing moving away from me.
Something is going to happen. Or may already be happening. But I don’t know what.
The last time I got restless, all hell broke loose. I’m not proud of it and there are probably better reasons out there to strengthen your faith but that series of catastrophe is what I got. Oh well… I thought I have it all figured out. Good thing is I’m still alive, maybe still asking WTF happened, but hey, don’t we all make decisions based on what we know for a time? And that time that was what I knew.
Now I’m stirring again and I can barely contain the rumble. The ferocity is something, the kind that makes you lick your lips in anticipation.
What is it going to be? C’mon, what is it going to be?
I’m not scared, not anymore… but that’s not comforting at all since that’s what I also said last time. Fuck.
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