Something

as the smoke clears, I look up at the sky, seeing the glisten of the first star reveal itself to human eyes. There is no moon, just the fain t glow of the sun at which has set and nearly vanished behind the stunningly tall and mishapen moutains in the shadowed background. "Something's going to happen..." the words murmur in my head, rushing through my veins like a drug and I'm the addict. "Something's going to happen...." to whom? I do not know....just the feeling that stabs me in the gut, not knowing if I should follow it or not. it was early this morning that the feeling ended; thus, ending the poisonous dream that was tainting my good humour. In the dream, surrounded by warm and soft as leather embraces, and pleasureable murmurs in my ear.... it all ended-the pleasure, the warmth...the sting...it ended when the dream turned to a nightmarish stain. Crashing into a brick wall, leaving nobodies sanity clean and safe.. Every one loses an inch of their sanity eventually, it goes by the waste side if not take proper care of-like a pet. But, this? it was hard....to die in a dream. To die and return to life when the morning wakes you..... "Somethings going to happen....." Something indeed.