Wolves Don't Lose Sleep Over The Opinions Of Sheep
wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep
I've been fighting invisible monsters in my sleep.
Or so it would appear to on-lookers.
These monsters are very real.
Today I woke up punching the shit out of my pillow.
[from july 1 2024 / posted 12.23.24 11:22am]
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The path ahead is treacherous. pt 2
"The path ahead is treacherous, but it is rewarding."
My heart sank deep into my stomach as I read the ominous message from my fortune cookie. It was a message from my guides, and very real, I was certain. Chills ran up my spine. As my heart began to race, I glanced down at my arms to notice goosebumps raising. These are small inclinations that spirit is close by.
My eyes scrolled over the text again.
The path ahead is treacherous.
The path had already been quite bloody treacherous, and there were even more dark storm clouds looming on the horizon. I could feel the heaviness in the air, sinkiing into my skin, down into my bones, taking up residence inside of my cells and atoms.
It's nearly laughable how many times I've fucked myself over because I ignore my foresight, doubt strong warnings in my gut, or simply decide that "I am not going to be affected by this (usually the stars)."
I took this as a very, very serious warning. I saw how the first part of the journey would inevitably end, but how it'd come to pass, I couldn't truly know or guess.
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Several years later, I'm hunched over on on my father's basement couch, sobbing into my palms, broken, bruised, when the fortune from so long ago comes to mind.
This is the beginning, of the end, finally, I realized.
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