"No one understands me; however in my spirit, it speaks mysteries." Call it a spiritual supernova, call it a psychotic break, call it what you will. For me, it was a night I won't soon forget. Insert a vulnerable unraveling, a grief attack, cookies, an aha moment, and then, just for the hell of it, sprinkle in some gifts of the spirit, or gibberish, whatever the hell you wanna call it. I used to say this to my mom, "I have come through you but I am not from you, I belong not to this world, for this world is not my home". Took me a long time to connect the dots to see that my story is much like a love story that's been told over and over again but I am the lonesome tower, I am the damsel in distress, I am the fire breathing dragon, I am the knight in shining armor, and I am the happily ever after. And so as I'm thinking on my life story, and writing out my story, I can almost see all the puzzle pieces before me, and for a second, I catch a glimpse, an idea, of what the bigger picture could be, but it's still kinda foggy to me. I can't see exactly where it is that I'm going, but I'm following wherever this path leads. Wanna come along with me? I mean, if it's the end of the world as we know it, you do what you need. It is most definitely the end of the world as I knew it to be. Know anyone that can interpret tongues or gibberish? I'm just as curious.
