Pressure
I’d like very much to believe that my current state of mind is just a response to high barometric readings.
I’m feeling in between.
Not in between anything specific per se, just in between.
I’ve felt this way before. In quiet and meditative anticipation of dramatic change. It’s coming. Some sort of storm in my life.
And when it happens, I will make decisions, move swiftly, and not look back. I don’t know what choice I’ll make then. I don’t even know what my choices are just yet. And the questions which I will have to answer? Don’t have those either.
My pyschological breath is heavy. Weighed down in anticipation of these things.
In the interim, I’m just in between.
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