Something's changing; I can feel it. I don't know what's changing or how, or even if the feeling is external or internal. All I really know is that it's something large and fundamental. The air is stirring around me and somehow pulling me. It's a feeling of forward momentum. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could stop myself.
Something new is coming. Everything else will change because of it. I can already feel small effects, like the swell of water before a boat. My mind hovers in a becalmed limbo between states. I can't concentrate properly. I didn't sleep last night. My skin tingles and my fingers dance.
And I write. It seems to be all I can still do effectively. It feels like all I have been doing for the last couple of days. I've even been thinking in prose, a half-disembodied narrator describes my thoughts and actions to myself. Still through it all I continue to feel this strange pull forward.
Something is changing.
Friday, June 17, 2011
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