Day 3 - Feb 11

At a crossroads and I don’t know what the future holds but it can’t be more of this, more of the same old. It was strange I went back to the morning meditation time, cause night time felt wrong. But this morning, the water was so calm except at this one area where the currents all seem to collide. It looked like the opposite of a crossroads. Like two forces destined to meet. The Flower and I were destined to meet. And I hate that Idea. The thought that I had to The Flower to fulfill my purpose and future. That is very heavy to wear and a horrible idea to have. That for me to rise, it had to die. Good night life, hello purgatory. But I am tired of living in purgatory

Annotation - Now we are getting somewhere