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Saturday, September 13, 2003
The days have been so silent. Even with the downpours between us. Rain hitting everything in its downward path. Some things cannot thrive in constant rain. Even fires are difficult to keep. It feels painful to be the only one aware. The world’s most illusive riddle, And I’m the only one with the answer. But there is no time for riddles. There seems to be so little time. Weeks. Months. I love the rain. But there has been no break in the sky. No warming ray of relief. No color. It is a case of too much, And not enough. I fear the world is flooding. In the same boat we sit and watch. Time tells if we sink or swim. Together or alone. Monday, September 08, 2003
I know I must be crazy somehow. Often things peak when I have nightmares. Maybe stress. Maybe fear. And this morning… I heard it again. I know I must be paranoid. I fear it might have followed me. The scratching beneath my pillow. Like before. This time I was awake. Ryan was there. It’s become bolder. Fearless. Unwelcome. Maybe it’s in my head this time because the cat didn’t see it. Unlike the dog barking her head off madly before. I had gotten up then. Anti was the only one awake and he helped me rid it. But in the morning, It tried to push me off the bed. Lags behind like a ghost. I thought for once it had gone away. Maybe hibernate forever. I hope it’s just my paranoia. I hope, maybe, its just stress. Scratch. Scratch. I hope. |
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