a good number of folk hold that dreams are the means by which the brain ‘deals with’ the events of the day. i believe differently and last night’s dreaming certainly could be either.
i was going to write much more. but what point? the crossroads is its own best explanation.
i am mad. not annoyed. mad.
not the kind that makes me cuss, the kind that makes me cold.
catching a lie in my hand is like flipping a light switch in my head.
lies are the coin of users and abusers.
i am not the one to be used or abused.
not. ever.
until this lie is undone by its giver, there is nothing here but madness.
deep down, someone is grinning. teeth and claws and hunger.
let them not be stupid enough to compound the lie.