Chances are it’s quite obvious from the writing, well, drivel I though up that there is a lot of mental instability.

Constantly dragged down by endless overthinking and plagued by all possible negative outcomes of such thoughts has become very tiring.

Some will ask about why such thinking happens, and the only answer is this; because people (and the world) is a horrible place, filled with nothing except greed, envy and hate. Especially when people don’t get their own way.

I’ve begun to wonder that perhaps these thoughts push situations to their worst possible conclusion, like the old saying goes – man meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it.

How often are we the arbiters of our own misfortune, I really do wonder.

Psychic Social Media

Last night I dream of a distant family member.

His name, his families nor anyone remotely linked to them has been uttered by me in over a decade.

So this dream was strange in so much as he was there, with his new family & new wife.

They all got revealed in this dream, down to the last detail.

Today as if by comic coincidence, they all come up as suggested friends on social medias dominant force.

Beyond weird, yet if social media can predict such things based on words types, videos you may have liked & shared then that is impressive.

Or they can see your dreams somehow, which would also be impressive.

What a world we live in, right?

A Past Present

That didn’t feel like a dream.

It was more like a communication with someone else’s spirit from a time that is long gone yet still to play out.

The sort of thing that would cause  them to stop at that exact moment in a wondering state of déjà vu, it was too real to be simply a dream.

Among all that was said, that lingering will was still aware of what was yet still to be in their reality and through it all a warning was given with precise dates to them in the hope it’d perhaps avoid what was to come.

A clawing attempt at redemption or something else.

So strange.

So much honesty, words uttered that should have caused a wrenching pull in my chest instead felt serene.

Our dreams are very odd things indeed, yet when the light of day stirs and we come out them we can only accept what is, life is quite good at reminding us of that truth.

I’d be lying to say that most days I’d happily close my eyes to not have them open again.

Yet they will, day after day, until it’s all over.


Mist spanning across a peaceful field
How nice it would be to walk with
Once the sun begins to rise, and the mist disappears

The tired wish that it would invite me to do the same
Childish thought really
Once it clears, in the middle of the field I’d be

Forced once again o be resilient
Laden with regret as thought comes flooding back
Once again resilience is the only option, less human then before.