The two have appeared together in my life, with the event of the solar eclipse in the heavens, or rather between me and the other. Death of a father and Love of my life. It couldn’t have come at a more appropriate time than this when I am at the point of major change.
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Fear, The first experience
I was about three, and the room was a continual merry-go-round. I called out, but noone heard! The trail of orange lights glimmered with a green glow as they floated around the room in time. The bed was moving counter clockwise, as I still called out; noone heard. The light of the streets were non-existent,… Continue reading Fear, The first experience