“Desperation” comes to mind.
Why?
Is it panic?
Waning faith in the unknown…
Is this despair from so long on the empty road?
My pendant has broken another chain – but at least pops off right when I can see it happening.
I have considered giving it to you because I have worn it always for quite a while now.
Maybe it is impatient to be with you, too.
I hear there are glitches in the Matrix.
I don’t feel right this morning.
Emergencies are happenimg.
I am tumbling, and I don’t know why.
I am not well in my body this morning – which is weird to say and even harder to describe.
I’m afraid this all has me feeling like a mess, my darling.
Although soon I will push it all aside and put on my professional mask.
I’m sorry I can’t guarantee perfection.
There is too much transition.
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