December 21, 2014

I did not write in my journal for a few days. That dream did not happen again but tonight, at 11:30 something strange happened. There are dark things that happen and we cannot understand them. Things that burrow into your life like moles… Things that end up taunting you, biting you in the depths of your soul.

I did my usual ritual, waking up, work, making supper, feeding the dog and so forth. When I went to my room and looked for something to watch I heard a buzzing by my bedroom window. My curtains were drawn already so I pushed them aside.

The whole fucking window were covered with flies… and there was a faint smell, sweetly sickly of old wet newspaper…

Am I losing my mind….?

What the hell is wrong….?

(c) 2014 allen simpson

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