I feel like the ghosts are out early. Usually I hear them around 3am. I know you think I'm coo coo...but so what. I am. Anyway, for some reason, I feel the ghosts are out and tearing around too early.
I don't like it. It doesn't feel like the kind ghosts, or my relatives or like that. It feels different.
weird...I just noticed that the date is the 14th and Dad died 10 months ago on this date.
Wanting Warmth or Dancing Light
Do the bones of the earth
Long for quivering flesh
Aching for the solid comfort
To be wrapped in warmth
Or do they dance light and free
Embracing the coolness
Under the dark sky
Beating the tombs as drums
by Sheryl McCurdy
Also...the other night, I dreamed I had worms in my feet.
maybe this is a premonition of some sort...hmmmmmmmmm
because, really people...my feet are squeaky clean.