What is coming? in Maniacs, Prophecy, and Old Friends

  • Sept. 10, 2018, 3:50 a.m.
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How many prophets can one girl meet? How many does she need? What is my place in this? I feel I’m dangling on the edge of insanity. Is my life never normal? Or am I so bored that I’ve fabricated a new one again. If so, what is hiding beneath this one?

Perhaps happiness is my first clue that I’ve lost it.
My son becoming a narcissist should probably be the second.
Therapists running away.
And prince charming swoops in to save the day.
Is it a dream?
A fantasy?
A nightmare.
Wish J was here.
Everything I crave.
Except I know,
Life isn’t usually this way.
It can’t only be me.
I must strain to see.
Am I special,
Or just lost touch,
Old friends gain distance,
And I’ve lost trust.
Like a nightmare repeating in my head?
What comes next?
Can’t remember in my dread.

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