When God rains down on you with madness you need to pray to someone else for sanity.
I knew from the beginning.
When I woke up yesterday morning, after several fitful hours of nightmares, I had the feeling that things were about to be spoiled. I've been wandering since we've last spoke. Stuck in this cage the whole time, but wandering all the same.
As yesterday dragged on three things came to me. Three things would happen. Three simple coincidences. But I had no idea how it would all work out.
By four the pieces had started to fall, by seven the framework was in place. By a quarter after ten I imagine it was all over. And I wasn't there for any of it. In a little over six hours the world changed without me. Good for it.
But last night brought disappointment as well. Don't Tuesdays always?
Life just isn't as easy as it used to be. But for a few moments in there I was hanging tough. For a few moments I was kicking ass. For a few moments I was me. I was wandering free like the Palomba of old.
And then as today wore on, a day that started with such promise, things began to slip. The puzzles pieces cracked and crumbled till they all formed a picture I hadn't intended them to form.
Last night had segued into today and today had suddenly turned ugly.
It ruined it all.
So sitting in my living room I listened carefully as God dictated the new rules.
And then I did it again. I did what only fools do, I made the same mistake twice. I asked for something. Something I shouldn't have asked for. I knew as soon as the words left my mouth...I was in deep shit.
And I still am...
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