Something bad is coming.
A foul thing is on the wind, and I don’t know what it is.
I miss my grandmother. She could read these things, give them form, and send warning. Most of the time she’d just let things be (Buddhist monks and they’re pacifist ways, I guess).
This feels like… like something irreparable may happen. A damnation, worse than death.
I wrote that yesterday.
I had a vision or something just now. I know it sounds fucking crazy as shit, but it happens from time to time.
I felt Michael hurting and then he was gone. I don’t know how to explain it. But it was bad. I felt something similar when Grampa died. It was frightening and I deeply regret not calling him when I had the chance.
I’m scared. I want to tell him to be careful, but I don’t want to sound like a lunatic or break his wish for space.
I hope I’m just going off the deep end or something. I don’t want him to be hurt.
Just please, please, please be okay.
My father called this morning. I told him what I saw and felt; I know he’s had similar experiences.
I felt him leaving. It was so bad and awful.
There isn’t much you can do, Koog. When I get that feeling, I just tell the person to be careful. Tell him to take care of himself and then try to brush it off.
I keep staring at Michael’s GChat icon. I want to click it and say, “Be careful today. Watch your six, and take care of yourself.”
I can’t do it for some reason.