I should have been dead but maybe I am? For when your own flesh and blood sell you as if you are a piece of meat how could you think otherwise? One moment visions of opportunity and power appeared before my eyes only to awake with the reality of despair and dread. Should I have kept my mouth closed to those images that were so bright at night, it appears so because the signs they point to appear to be covered with this painful reality. Yet how could words put me on such a crossroads with my own flesh and blood that they would want me dead or even worse then that live a life as if I didn’t exist anymore? I didn’t mean to speak in brash way I just wanted to tell them what I saw and isn’t a family the one place you can feel comfortable being complete honest with? I guess the answer is no or not directly but this is a lesson that is too late for me to learn as I embark on a path that appears to go down a path of despair and death for me.
Wait maybe it’s me, for have I’ve done something so despicable that I’m worthy of such a verdict or could this be the crossroads I must bear to get to the path of the visions? I must hope and pray for the later for what is existence if only to suffer? G-D my faith is with you may the visions I’ve had be not so far off dream but come to reality before I know it.