You sit at an intersection of who you once were and who you shall become. You read the roadmap of your past actions and reactions and expect to find the future in those directions. You see where you have fallen and none have picked you up. You wait for the world to exhale so that you can breathe in what was once good, and purposeful. The carbon monoxide of other’s fears waif through the air.
You try to escape what is too human, what has become undone, what has become frayed. From the time of July 7, until the time of August 8, you will enter a corridor of time where circumstances that were once hidden are exposed. They ask to get down and smell the trail of your life.
