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A time, a potential, I can't quite tell yet.
While one part of my body is shutting down, another part is waking. They almost seem to be balancing each other. Meanwhile I am getting a headache from the strain.
The angle to sleep is disturbed. As is often the case. Memories, thoughts, other influences. Not unusual when I stretch things. But the path is set, written in stone as they say. A little suffering first, of course.
The path to wakefulness is a terrible thing. Powerful. Something hungry stirs, rousts... growls.
A collision course. A handful of anacin. I guess I'll just see how this thing plays out. This used to be a very regular thing. Thankfully it's just every few months, if that, these days. The terrible side isn't even all that terrible, now that I understand it, to a degree. The collision of the two, however, is murder. I'm betting on three or four rounds and then a KO. Status quo, as is, then I'll drop like a rock. Later, or good night.
Well, I feel like a monster too at times.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I should be worried about you, but I just might be a little bit. Be well so you can go catch that gal you referred to on a few posts down.
Oh, don't worry. Pain is the price for life well beyond the possible. As is the beastly nature. The collision is messed, but, as I said, that used to be... weekly, sometimes daily, and hit much harder.
ReplyDeleteYes, she is on my mind. Part of the haunting. If you live forever, but those around you don't... My fear of death isn't for me. What's worse, even if I wanted, I couldn't join her. Just as before. Barred from death, at least to this point. But, sometimes, in the half-life... I can see her, and the others.