Whatever you believe in;
God, mother nature, the universe, whatever it is you believe in.. he/she/it/them.... She's always listening. Since this morning, it's just been this blegh feeling of, "this isn't my life, this isn't real, I'll wake up && everything will be different" But alas, here we are, yet again. Since my eyes have opened, I keep asking, "please give me a sign. Show me you're here. One of you dead fucks" because yes. I guess I woke up && chose depression && anger. I kinda give up, come back to the back door, ask again out loud, "Billie? Padre? Seester? Chetty?" Nothing. Why is it, with no hope whatsoever, && I can feel my head get darker, this little bird that we haven't seen since the spring, lands right on the stair rail, && we just stare at each other. Coincidence? Maybe. But take it as you will, I asked for my sign, && got my sign. Idk which one of them it was from. But padre promis...