I was walking down a windy street, lost in a daydream, when I went for it and prayed to my ance-sisters* for help.
Their answer was soft and comforting…until,
“He won’t save you.”
fell into my head in the correct tone. Then, sadder, “He can’t.” which eased it. Then, darker, “We couldn’t save ourselves.”
Isn’t that typical? Ruthless in Her wisdom.
But it’s true-
He can’t save me. No one can.
Anyone and anything that tells you that it is possible outside of yourself is incorrect. You. You have to do it. Which means I have to do it. FUCK!!
I’m not an idiot… just crazy. Psychosis aside, it is solid advice.
BECAUSE NO ONE TOLD ME!
And none of us is ever really safe?
*You like that? YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME.