IV

There is something peaceful and exciting about sitting and trying to calm down. Pictures starts to roll onto the screen of the mind. I had to scatch my nose real bad. Then I stood in a long hallway looking at myself in the far end, a lone figure in white in the darkness. It felt like there was a storm coming. Like a thunderstorm or something was coming. There was something in the air, like it was electric. Then I started to think about being pregnant. Which really doesn't fit anything I was thinking about at all. But symbolically it should mean that I am letting something new come into being. It all fits really. I tried to bring myself back into the corridor and I saw ripped curtains blowing frantically in the wind, doors smacking shot behind me. And me running past the observer-me, but I wasn't scared. More like I was freeing myself by running. Then there was someone shouting outside my window and I didn't bother to try to shut them out... It would just lead to unnecessary irritation so I got back here to write....