I can feel the metaphysical skin dropping off me in rotten pieces. With each day a clump of who I had become slips off and away for good. I am on a journey that I feel destiny is dictating. If any of you believe in such a thing as gut feelings then that is what I am following. With each passing day there is another sign to be gleaned from music on the radio or a scenario being played out on the tv that seems to speak only to me. I guess it feels like The Trueman Show and everyone else is just an extra. There is some little corner of this story that I have a role in and it's still to be played out. I stand alone, but grow with inner strength which makes me resolute to follow a predetermined path to , I know not where.
I'm afraid there may be more pretentious bollocks such as what I have just written, to follow. I feel I have been let off my horse tethers to roam free. And just like a horse in a field, sometimes I will be looking at the stars in the sky and other times I will be looking at the horse shit I just trod in.