Not sure what tomorrow brings just yet. Feeling tomorrow
coming faster than I am ready. Its always been that way, I guess. Future is coming on. Picking up steam with every passing
moment. Sure its been constant,
steady. Still with every moment, I can
feel the decisions of yesterday hitting harder than before. Its like a cliff
standing against storm. Waves crash and it feels that nothing can harm you.
Before too long you notice, what was once an unbreakable foundation is turning
in to pebbles and sand. Part of you is being crushed. Looking ahead you don’t
feel yesterday being washed away.
It is you know. Being swept away in the currents.
One thinks they may be the Rock of Gibraltar, but
realization that there is a hole being etched beneath you. Reminds me of the
Arches of Moab. An invisible wind cuts and pokes the weakest points. Don’t
notice it at first, but before that little scratch becomes a scar than a gash.
Little things that would not bother now, triggers unwarranted anger. Like an
exposed nerve constantly prodded. One does not know why you become so sensitive
to minor things.
Bursts of anger. Temper tantrums would not phase you before,
now causes you to fires in your eyes. Your voice becomes low. Your words more
curt and breathy. A silent rage ready to howl like the winds outsid. These constant barrages are penetrating the thick
skinned, calmed demeanor.
If the foundation must crumble and the rocks becomes
pebbles, then let it. If the crash must come, then let its crumbling leave a
splash that others will feel. If the rage must come, well, let it be reminder
that all things fall and that time must be enjoyed now. 
