I've come to the point where I'd like to actually work out some of the thoughts in my head rather than letting them fade into obscurity. Who knows? Maybe letting some of these ideas mature will help me in more than just the obvious way.
Foreboding
Moments come and go in our lives when events or occurrences trigger something within us that quake throughout our being. Soft murmurs of insecurity can easily give way to complete doubt just as a pebble could easily drift through a pond. Upon entry, the impact can be swift; explosive in a way that leaves no doubt that something is coming. At other times, this entry is smooth, leaving the surface fairly undisturbed as the waters shiver just barely in anticipation. Then the stone slowly descends, and this, no matter the way of entry, stays the same. It falls, deeper into the water and colder - unstoppable in its sinking before it lands with precise intent on the bottom.
A thud, echoing in the darkness, sends ripples in the soul that heralds change on the horizon - change that opens with a few simple words stating, “I need to tell you something.”
