The strangeness...

Transformation, confusion, uncertainty, future? Things got strange instead of resolving themselves. No sleep and no decision. The future lost its charm and became a monster on the hunt. The doors are closing, the bridges are falling. The golden path is full of mud. Water keeps falling on the rocks of decision exposing their components, washing away what binds them.



I'm afraid, but I just don't have time for it right now. I have to move on... I have to go to work.