"God bless the man at the crossroads / God bless the woman who still can't sleep / God bless the history that doesn't repeat."

False alarm, everybody. A very melodramatic false alarm... I suppose it is only a matter of time until that is undone. Action will not yield positive reaction, but dammit, I'm going to walk into that anyways. As soon as I can. This is not intentionally cryptic, I apologize to anyone expecting value from a blog, but wandering eyes may see this. All things will be spoken with clarity when my head is clear with pain or victory.

"A thousand years in perfect symmetry / A thousand years no getting rid of me"

I would really like nothing more but to be wrong, just this once. I spent 5 months telling myself this would happen, yet when the clues are finally there, I unravel at the very idea. I can be strong all I want, but things are definitely wrong. Or about to be.