Crash landing into you in And here we go.

I fee like a storm is brewing.
Far away.
The air is getting cooler and humid with each day.
The distant rumbling of thunder and lightning barely visible, hardly audible.
I have neither proof nor expectations for a storm to hit.
But its unfolding, what feels like a gigantic scale, far away beyond the horizon.
But it’s on its way.
Where am I even going?
Should I care?
Does this tie to my dream?
Why am I even having this recurring dream?
Should I be worried about my legacy?
All I want is to be free to do what I want.
Build a beach fire and smoke a cigar.
That too much to ask?
But at this cost?
Why am I nostalgic, reminiscing for things that have never happened to me?
The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight.
The pristine sandy beaches of a remote pacific island, are calling to me.

And I keep hearing Sinatra’s My way in my head on repeat.

Last updated January 31, 2022