Elucidating Questions

Do you feel it when the echo of the bad energy hits your body as you come full circle?

Do you taste the way the energies pull in the remnance of

A bad place

That was yesterday as the earth has moved so far away and yet in this place at this time I feel it

Is that karma?

Actual karma?

Is that what it tastes like as I feel my energy spike slightly as I tried not to scream out of pain and frustration

Is that going and coming?

If so why am I the only one who feels it…or recognises it.

Yesterday I met a very nasty man and I had to console some babies afterwards.

He was a very nasty man,

But the goddess walked in with me, and I heard her whispering to the girls beneath the floors

The young boy was so young he thinks it’s wonderful,

He was alone and now he is free and the children hear his shrill laughter

I told him to come out of the well at once that’s why he was sulking in the corner.

A child for hundreds of years.

The woman in the tower told me she was in love and I believe her

And the man who was taken from her,

Whose name is the same as mine.

No not my name.

I said to her I know I would do the same thing if I lost him

But I don’t have a room.

The man’s smoke had been bothering me since the time I entered the bastion,

I’d suddenly felt this need to smoke and I didn’t know why and when I got to that story I found his eye in the brickwork and there was a slight grin

Yes I notice when they notice that I’m just like them.

I didn’t speak with the sparklers and the chocolate shop they weren’t home

Or they didn’t want to talk.

More concerned with the across the street and the mess I was feeling,

But the kid was annoying from the second we got to the bottom of the building.

Poking and prodding and nudging and so very annoying.

He annoys me. That road is so angry.

Out of the sight of the watchers I hid in the streets

And on top of it all I was trying to stop my heart from breaking

Unfortunately they always take precedence,

So when my heart snapped

So did I.

I came to the tree and I sobbed and I cried and I smashed my arm as hard as I smashed my head.

Then I felt I must be too loud, there was a cat,

I came back to apologise and talk,

Even though I don’t think

I don’t think anyone would be able to handle it, the talking to everything.

But in the strange moments I can’t explain

The lights in the top floor were broken, and it kept getting louder and louder like a bell tolling.

These days I never know whether to ask if anyone saw what I saw but I think I trust him,

Or I think I can try.

It sounds weird doesn’t it? I put my all into our first conversation I held nothing back I said

This is what I am, this is my story

And then I get to who I am now, what, when, why

And I freeze.

The story of another me is interesting

The story of me now is this strange quiet festering.

I accidentally dislocated my hip slightly.

This is my life but how would anyone be able to make sense of it?