Most people that I meet are perfectly fine with how their lives have turned out and I find that respectable and comforting. I love seeing that people are happy with their work, relationships and goals, and that most people are well on their way to achieving what they don’t already possess. For some odd, narcissistic reason that I don’t understand, I feel like I’m not where I need to be yet. I need to keep moving forward as quickly as I can, but somewhere deep inside me I fear that I’ll never reach my destination. Maybe it’s paranoia, intuition or cowardice, but it scares the absolute shit out of me… so I push forward even faster.
We all know it’s coming. Everyone sees the clouds rolling in, but no one knows what it has in store for them. No one is ready and it’s impossible to prepare for. The red skies hang high above the ground with menacing eyes that carefully watch your every move, reacting to each with precise movements.
Why are they here? The only purpose that they have is to warn you of some unfortunate uncertainty disrupting your daily ritual. Constantly under watch by some greater power that, every minute, you believe in less. If a greater power is here, the skies would go away.
Instead they linger. They grow darker until you understand their purpose. A purpose that makes you wish you spent the days with blue skies differently. Instead you’re left with the feeling that everything that you’ve been through has been for nothing.
You run. You don’t look back. No matter how hard you try to run from it, no matter how hard you fight it, they’ll run faster, they’ll fight better, they’ll catch up to you when you are at your weakest. Tired of running. Tired of fighting.
But when they catch up, rain never falls, snow never forms, lightning never strikes, Thunder never booms but the feeling lingers. No one was ready. Everyone knew it was coming but no one thought it would really happen. Not now. Not like this.