I am twisting, but not in my grave. this is when, there is a fork in the road. and I see, through the future mist, that either path I take, it deviates back into one main path. but then again, it splits into two again.

I am tall. feel as though my head in is the sky, among the clouds, while both my feet are on the ground, down to earth. there must be a decision to be made, because sooner or later, I won't be able to handle this new found strength that I seem to have. and I won't be able to handle the new height.

I drank Persik-flavoured Mounted endorsed by Vierra. I feel woozy, and as though I just got off a fast-spinning carousel. normally, a carousel spins slowly, with the rocking horses and other antiquities bobbing up, and down? this one's a little different, it goes up and down fast, and spins fast. I get off and I am exhausted, my mind is spinning, and I quickly put barriers around me so that I won't bump into people unnecessarily and so that I can just, stay, and lay low, and rest for a while.
I've grown much more accustomed to the flats, sharps and naturals of life for the past few weeks. but it's for a good cause. they are tiny little boxes, monotonously bleached, but working together, it revives a musical box to life. it rejuvenates a soul, it wakens up a hidden dragon in a person that might be 50 miles away. it can liquidize a person's brain, and it can melt a heart.

I am sticking feathers in my head. yes, they might make a nice diadem, tiara, headress, whatever it's called. but, it's not for decoration, and neither is it for attracting attention, especially unnecessary attention. it's like a distress call. well, better sticking feathers in my head, rather than connect a series circuit with a bulb to my brain that can very well act like a battery. I hope not, because life is filling my brain with jigsaw puzzle pieces of information and I don't think there's space to insert additional charges in it. neither do I have enough money to buy additional wires.

I am walking some of my dogs down the street. as a Muslim, I am definitely not allowed to touch a dog, but these dogs are different. I walk them every single day, and they are hard to control at times. held by leashes, that I cannot even grip onto at times. they are there for me, even in the most ridiculous places. but sometimes, when they are unable to control, and I cannot hold on to the leashes any longer, I let go. I unleash them, technically. so then, these dogs, start destroying all in sight, including buildings, foundations, and most definitely people, sprouting all kinds of diseases. then, I clean up the mess that can take weeks to months, and I try to find my dogs and hold on to their leashes, ever so tightly, learning my mistakes. now they are safely locked up in a cage, but 2 hours ago they attempted to escape.

I am slowly flashforwarding. but, there is a twist. although I may be unconscious for a while, I cannot see what lies ahead for me for the next 6 months. this is not my part to visualize such dreams and events. maybe, after the silent period I might wake up and sprout a pair of new wings, or gaze through clear, wide screen glass panels, looking like a mannequin. maybe there will be a worm, waiting to come out and eat all the apples on Earth. if this worm exists, I definitely maybe. when two worlds slowly separate again, I might see the era of a new beginning, the beginning of a rainbow, not the pot of gold. I might see a white flag with mist in the distance.

I am going to gather up, all my rifles, guns, cannons, grenades, magic potions, magicians, troops, club, swords, bayonets, falchions, daggers, bow and arrows, pistols, machine guns, darts, blowpipes. I am preparing myself. I am not going on a war, because there is no enemy, and there is no battlefield. I am preparing myself for the opening, of the two hemispheres. but first, I am going to fuse together hydrogen and oxygen, and do what many people do before looking into a mirror, after something disastrous has happened.

this is it, maybe.
take a deep breath. a deep, deep breath.

go.