Again I am frustrated by this crazy conversation that’s going on and on in my head, it’s unknown.

It is something inexistent, it sounds like a crazy tune, maybe it’s my hidden talent that gets triggered. Is it a signal to start singing?

Maybe I am asked to dance, to do something else. I am asked to sit instead of sleep. I am asked to stand instead of sleep on it.

Ah, I remember, it happened during fire, it got triggered. Someone is waking me up, hurrying me to come out.

I wasn’t sleeping I was sitting, I was in a distant watching that beautiful fire burn them up.

But my house wasn’t, it was safe. I was blessed and I was being watched. My things are protected.

There’s nothing wrong of being kind and assertive. There’s nothing wrong with reaching the highest range.

I think I’ve triggered this deepest part of me after that fire that occurred that day. I can shout like him, I started hearing them.

Published by irose

Hi! I'm Roselyn! Username: irose PayPal (In case you wanna sponsor me I am a life warrior. I have been through shit, running away from my bliss. But I guess, I've had enough that I want to just be myself. *My mother dreamt of something great; I think I am doing it, this time!⛄

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