The candles are burning down to their very cores and threaten to plunge the room into utter darkness. The wind whistles softly against the cabana as night falls slowly to the ground and the geese fly over for the last time for this evening.
I light another, hoping the lost feeling goes away. I am stuck solid in my indesicion. Which way is home?
Am I deluding myself by believing in fate while trying to ignore the syncronicities that don’t work for me? I am trying desperately to have a polite breakdown.
The ringing phone startled the moment and all meditative thoughts rushed from my body. I am debating on answering it. It keeps ringing…but I don’t want to talk to anyone…ESPECIALLY not them.