I
didn’t sleep much last night. I remember having dreams. I don’t recall exact
details, but they were uncomfortable. I felt out of sorts when my eyes slowly
opened at 4:23 a.m., like I was supposed to do something, say something, go
somewhere, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move for about 90 seconds. I laid there
trying to identify the goings-on of my spirit. Nothing. I was just numb. I finally
rolled over trying to recall why a sheer blanket of sadness slung over me
like examining room gown – there, but not there. Nothing came to mind. I then, against my better judgment, picked up my
iPhone and began to scan random posts on various social media sites. A lot was
shared while I slumbered. The sadness grew. The hopelessness appeared. There it
was. It wasn’t my dreams I was trying to escape; it was the cycle of hate (disconnect)
that currently swirls in the universe. You can’t escape it. It’s here, and it’s
smothering me.
