Briley used to tell me I was casting spells all the time, enchanting life around me with my words and intentions. I didn’t believe her. There was a time I thought she as crazy as I. Everyone’s a little crazy right? My beliefs are such a windy road when at every moment I must consider whether I am sane or insane. I have seen the effect that everything I do has on the things around me, the people I know, the things I hold dear.
I feel clear.
I’ve been watching things transpire in an impartial manner. I have seen the path from A to B in everything. It’s all very hypnotic. I swear, I can watch a tree change in a matter of minutes. Not grow or shift, but change inside. Do I sound crazy? I’m afraid I might, but this is all very beautiful to me. I suppose it’s possible I could be going through some sort of prodrome into full blown psychosis. I hope not. I don’t feel that’s the case.
I would rather call it an awakening.
Of course there’s the chance that all this is temporary, which is something I must accept. I’m keenly aware of the fleeting nature of things. I’m just riding this wave while it lasts.
As for now, the light and the darkness are equally beautiful to me.