Whose Line is it Anyway?
June 8th.
Last quarter in Pisces.
King of Swords.
Before falling asleep last night…
I had asked Delta...
“Tomorrow’s Monday?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmm. That’s odd.”
“Why?”
“Just is.”
I found myself in a dream telling a childhood friend that I was a free man.
“Bakkar what do you even do?”
“What does it matter? I’m a free man.”
“Oh?”
I could sense their desire for a better explanation. Something that made more sense in their mind, in the world in which they found themselves occupying or occupied by rather.
“Have you tasted freedom?”
No longer constrained to a calendar.
No energy siphoned.
Reclaiming the life, light, and energy stolen from me.
Opting out.