Friday, May 2, 2014


There was just an overwhelming sense of DejaVu that day. Something about it. Maybe I just hadn't seen such beautiful rain in such a long time. Rain that colors the skies fading shades of purple, orange, grey. But also a contrasting eminent future awaiting its grand entrance. Something was going to change. I could feel it, but I just couldn't name it. A feeling of dread, a feeling of burdens burying my cries. My chest tight with worry. Guilt. Anxiety. I could breathe, but just barely. It was a feeling reminiscent of a past long forgotten prying its way to the top. A past I tried to keep hidden. A past fighting for its time to shine in the wrong place. In the wrong person.

                             This is Doom.

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